When I was both young and naive,

I believed in anything,

And you told me that the twinkling stars,

Were tied up by a string,

That the moment I'd joined this earth,

A brand new was strung,

And every night out there in the space,

My sparkling star still hung,

As it rose I'd asked the wise old moon,

Which star up there was mine,

Guessing at which point of light,

my life had caused to shine,

But nights are not eternal,

Nor naivety or youth,

And the world was quick to tell me,

What I'd thought was not the truth,

I t wasn't string that stopped the stars,

From falling from the sky,

And you didn't get to untie yours,

When you kissed this world goodbye,

But I think there's always some things,

That pure knowledge can't explain,

And I'll stick to what you told me,

Though the world thinks me insane,

For it's hard to say what isn't true,

And see clearly which things are,

When on the night you lipped from the earth,

I saw a shooting star.