I walk out into the night
Without even a single fright.
I sit and stare everywhere
for any sign of a lonesome flare.
My star then shoots across the sky
And I immediately stand up high.
I see my gorgeous, beautiful star
Standing out very, very far.
I wish for only three things
As my star looks like it's being flinged.
I wish for happiness, ease and love
Even though it could come as a shove.
As my wish sets off back into space
I am very slow in my pace.
I know my star is in the night
As I wish for not even a single fight.