No one seems to think too much of me here. and they're glad to tell it to my face. And they're right I'm not supposed to be here. I'm completely out of place. Somehow there has got to be a reason. evenings as I try to think it through. There's a bolt from the blue. And I see a shooting star. Set apart from all the rest. While the other stars are standing still . He's on a quest. Every night this shooting star. Dancing across the twilight sky. Cause he knows he doesn't quite fit in . and he's longing to know why. I feel so much better when it's night-time. That's when I can sort of disappear. When the sun is setting it's the right time. for pretending I'm not here. Sometimes I just stare into the heavens. Wondering if the answer is inside. That's when I see the light. Of my sent that shooting star. On his way to who know's where. He's the one like all the stars. But he outshines up there. And the solitary star. Is an awful lot like me. On an endless search through time and space. For a place that won't seem wrong. If we both hang on for long enough. we both somehow are strong enough. We'll find out were we belong. Every night this shooting star. dancing across the twilight sky. Cause he knows he doesn't quit fit in. and he's longing to know why.
