“How many times have I thought?”
“Of what my one wish would be.”
“Will I ever though,”
“See what I wish for come true?”
“And will my dream, my spirit,”
“Be indomitable?”
I once the saw the world,
Through a child’s eyes.
Eyes that were filled with innocence,
With a heart made of glass stars.
That one day shattered,
And fell apart.
Though I think,
It may have always been that way.
Yet a light still shines,
And flowers bloom from the cracks.
Reminding me,
Of then and now.
Of the wishes and dreams,
I still hold onto.
My hope to fight despair,
My light to fight my darkness.
So the glass star that is my heart,
My spirit, will remain.
Will I ever though,
See the world I wish for?
To become the person I wish to be?
And will my wish, my dream,
Be indomitable?
I know I may fall,
I know my star may break again,
But I don’t- I’ll never let it die.
I once the saw the world,
Through a child’s eyes.
Eyes that now have seen,
And watched the world.
My checks are stained by tears,
While my heart cries.
For though I keep going,
I cannot help but wish for yesterday.
For dreams to be reality,
For the people who are gone,
To once again be here with me.
This broken heart made of glass stars,
Still shines as flowers bloom from the cracks.
Reminding me,
Of then and now,
Of how much has changed.
Of my one thought
“How many times have I thought?”
“Of what my one wish would be.”
“Yet I still don’t know,”
“Not sure of what it would be.”
“Will I ever though,”
“See what I wish for come true?”
“And will my dream, my spirit,”
“Will love,”
“Be indomitable?”
“For that is one thing,”
“I know I wish for”
