I wished on a star

As I stare at the sky,
I sit here wishing I wasn’t shy,
I see a shooting star,
Cuz I know who you are.

I dream of you,
The thing I want to do the most,
I'm unable to do,
You give your hand to me,
And we can be anything we want to be.

I made a wish,
That we could maybe kiss,
Upon that shooting star,
Cuz you’re my shining star.

I dream of you,
The thing I want to do the most,
I'm unable to do,
You give your hand to me,
And we can be anything we want to be.

I dream of you,
The thing I want to do the most,
I'm unable to do,
You give your hand to me,
And we can be anything we want to be.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010