The Star
Monday, February 24th, 2003I look out into the night And feel so small and alone Which makes me wonder Just how much I’ve grown
For I can still look at the stars And find my special one The one that was always mine Ever since I was young
The one star that knew me And the stories that I told The one that would always listen As I shivered in the cold
The star that knew my dreams And heard every cry The one that knew the answers To all my questions and sighs
And that star reminds me That no matter how far I roam It will always be there shining And always make it feel like home