It’s night, and the sky so dark,
With stars that shine, they leave their mark.
The air is cold, the breeze so slight,
And in this darkness, I lose my sight.
A young man stumbles through the gloom,
Let’s call him me, in this empty room.
I’m born from this dark, I grow inside,
Still living here where shadows hide.
Where the shooting star will fall,
That’s the place I’ll heed the call.
Though lost, I search for what’s in store,
Shooting star, guide me more.
In this vast, unending night,
I feel so heavy, yet so light.
Nothing holds me up, it seems,
Nothing pushes down my dreams.
But I’m not free, I can’t deny,
Like a mayfly, too brief to fly.
I feel there’s something I should grasp,
But my hands are empty as I clasp.
To find happiness, I wonder now,
Is there a way, is there a vow?
This night isn’t fear or joy for me,
It’s a challenge, a battle, a mystery.
Where the shooting star will fall,
That’s the place I’ll heed the call.
Though lost, I search for what’s in store,
Shooting star, guide me more.
The trees, my neighbors, silent and tall,
I once thought them weak, pitiful, small.
But now I see their rooted grace,
Steady and firm, they hold their place.
With winds to cool and birds to sing,
And stars to talk with everything.
No need for action, no need for haste,
They stand, they grow, with no time to waste.
Their roots drink deep, their leaves reach high,
And all they need is the open sky.
In this night, I envy their way,
While I search for paths and lose my way.
Should I ask the trees, so wise and grand,
Where to go, where to stand?
North or south, east or west,
Where does this star lead me best?
Oh, look, a star has fallen there,
Perhaps that’s where I’ll find my share.
If that’s the place I’m meant to be,
Then let the star fall right for me.
Where the shooting star will fall,
That’s the place I’ll heed the call.
Though lost, I search for what’s in store,
Shooting star, guide me more.