Try counting them. Just then I see a shooting star. Wondering if I could make a wish. I do make a wish. I wonder will it ever come true. Wishes are for dreamers. Well I don't dare dream As my dreams are always gotten stollen by the fairies who sells it to someone In better need.
I wonder why it has stopped fluttering. I see its paused wings, it's antenna has even drooped. Wonder will it fly if I touch it. I wonder why it lies still. Life I understand Once you are flying high Next we will be laying still.