My wishing star
My Wishing Star
If I had to be deserted
Upon an island shore
And was forced to give up something
That I couldn't have anymore.
I would tell them they could have anything
My money, my house, my car
The object that I need the most
In the northern skies, I need my wishing star.
My star is what encourages me
Picks me up when I am down,
Listens to all my worries
When I have my frequent breakdowns.
My star smiles down upon me
It tells me that I'm beautiful
It says, "whatever you put your mind to,
I know that it is doable"
I feel its presence
It the stillness of the night,
It tucks me in, keeps me warm
And kisses me goodnight.
You cannot take my wishing star
It means so much to me,
To the star I have given all my worries
And they all have been set free.
You can't take my star
It just isn't fair
Please don't take my star
My mother lives up there.
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