We have a mystery with nothing to hide,
I have a beacon, my nocturnal guide.
Under the warmth of a gorgeous night sky.
Under the blanket remains you and I.
Falling stars ignite fires in her eyes.
The heavens still mourning last night's cries.
Finally, tonight there will be no goodbyes.
Again, falling stars mock July fireflies.
We've journied to where the stars can not reach.
Where our walls were broken, emotions the breach.
A should to cry on, my strength was leeched.
Yet I return with valiance, and a story to preach.
A solemn wish granted from many a shooting star,
And that's to remain right here where we are.
