In the night's sky,
something caught my eye.
Not the moon from afar,
but the wonders of a star.
Shooting though space.
It takes me to a place,
without fear or pain.
Something I cannot explain.
The fluttering of bu*terflies,
this feeling I can and cannot despise.
Am I breaking down?
Will I show a frown?
To wish or to pray.
Seceret words I will say.
Here and gone like spies.
Shooting stars are like bu*terflies.
They are short and sweet,
making my day complete.
They signify a start,
straight from the heart.
They are the same,
both wild and tame.
Shooting stars and bu*terflies,
my hearts greatest prize.