I hear there is a place where shooting stars come from
Their cars are beautiful slings
They harvest every wish

I hear there is a place where shooting stars come from
The place is heavenly
As radiant as can be

I hear there is a place where shooting stars come from
The happy ones have made their wish
Others are gone with the stars and are now part of their assembly

I hear there is a place where shooting stars come from
I sit out every night waiting for their arrival
Let me be a star assigned to the people
Shining at the end of their tunnel
Showing them where shooting stars come from.

by Winniefred F. Gbemuotor