Stars

Siting beneath the stars,
on a cold winters night,
i think of all the times Ive had,
all the wrongs i could of put right.

Siting beneath the moon,
on a cloudy winters night,
i think of all the things to come,
my whole fut or out of sight.

Siting beneath the black,
on a silent,lonely night,
I think of all the troubles Ive had,
just waiting to spin of, out on flight.

Siting beneath the world,
on a star painted night,
i think about the times you told me,
my wishes they wont come true.
but let me tell you something,
on this star coved night,
every wish is a star,
even if they are far and unlace to the sight.

If everybody thought that wishes didn't come true,
why are there so many stars in the sky?
i think your the one that should be asking why,
Why dint u believe in this?
because your the only one...
the only one who doesn't think wishes cant come true,
let me tell you something the only person that thinks this...
is you.