a hope,

a dream,

nothing more than a fanstay.

A twist of fate,

a luck of the draw,

something that never happens twice.

a wish on a falling star,

a magic 8-ball,

only something a child could use.

So is it worth it,

me standing out in the cold,

waiting for shooting star to fall?

Is it worth me shaking this little black ball?

Is it worth me forcing my eyes shut,

so i can finish that dream?

All wonderful and magical ideas,

but none will ever bring me back to you.