I hammered a star against my wall.
It's made out of twigs and it's rather small.
It may not be bright at all.
To be seen, maybe not much, but it's my dream
There's no twinkle, no glitter for my little star.
No glamour, no diamonds in who you are.
Just on my wall not even that high.
But I dare you touch it, you just try.
The wall might crack with the hammer force.
Crumbling construct invoke no remorse.
As long as a piece of wall remains to keep my star,
I have no pain.
There's no twinkle, no glitter for my little star.
No glamour, no diamonds in who you are.
Just on my wall not even that high.
But I dare you touch it, you just try.
It's not a real dream some people might say,
but I can see my star on a cloudy day.