the never ending hope

ust like a young kid would see..

up at the sky,towards the clouds..

searching for the shapes..

of birds,of things,of gifts,of dreams..

i've looked at this world,towards the people..

searching for the hope..

of satisfaction,of redemption,of love..

but clouds,they fly..

to never come back..

and i look up to find,something new everytime..

and why should i cry for the bygone clouds..

but then i know,the shapes of hope..

went along and flew..

its like the star,that i saw one night..

and i watched it shine,with awe and fright..

awe of love,and the fright of loss..

to be lost in a thousand stars..

but the star is bound,by the night that holds it..

maybe it wishes to fly free..

but cant,its just another star,and the night its queen..

i wished that star,eve if somewhere up and above..

would break apart some day and fall..

to be free of the night..

to be on its own..

to be away from all of it..

and that someday,i'll see the star,not losing it in a thousand others..

and when it would fall..

it will be my wishing star.