The star is alive, like a fire in the sky,
burning with the desire of a thousand wishes.
Lovers sigh, waiting on that call.
Mothers beg, to protect their child.
Fathers hope, to pay the bills.
Children wish, for that new toy.
The star still shines and burns up there,
giving hope and life to all those dreams.
Night after night he shines so strong,
a beacon for the lost and the lonely,
comforting them when all else is cold.
Aged light so old and wise,
like a crack in the sky;
for heaven to shine straight through,
to cover us in a glow of love,
soft and gentle around our hearts.
So send a wish to those you love,
carried forward by the star,
the messenger, comforter and keeper of dreams.
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