I love looking to where our father lives and I have never been disappointed in doing so, When I see a falling star I know someone has went home and I am glad for them.

A WISH ON ME

Longing to be way up high
A yearning to be a star in the sky

Not the biggest or the highest
But a need to be the brightest

I wonder when my day will come
To be burned up by the sun

Will it be fast and broad daylight
Or will it be a dark black night

Will it go on for a long, long time
Or over in the blink of an eye

I just hope a child sees
And takes that moment to make a wish on me.