When I see the falling star,
I want to fall into the starry, starry night,
To find the brightest bright,
Beyond the dimmest light,
To find the never ending light,
But to stay true to that never ending light,
Is the hardest thing in life,
It sneaks up to like a slithering snake,
Beyond what I cant control,
But I look to the cross,
To find the never ending light,
And it sparks up a passion with the brightest bright.
