As I look at the stars,
I see a star drop,
I make a big wish,
And feel my heart stop,
I gaze at the moon,
So lovely and bright,
I sit here alone,
And write by it's light,
So quiet and calm,
The crickets do chirp,
I sit here alone,
Covered up in his shirt,
I look at the stars,
I miss him so dear,
I look at the stars,
And wish he was here,
But I remember the day,
Of the news I recieved,
As a cold hearted tear,
Falls onto his sleeve,
I miss him, I do,
But nothing can change,
My wish coming true,
Would be all too strange,
I remember his voice,
So soft and so sweet,
We sat and watched movies,
Covered up in the sheets,
The last thing I remember,
Is hearing him say,
"I'll be here forever,
And nothing will change",
The same night he left,
I remember the call,
Tears rolled down my cheeks,
And to my knees I did fall,
His father had told me,
"It's just too late,
His breathing is slowed,
And we'll just have to wait,
The bridge just collapsed,
And so did the train,
He won't live much longer,
And he can't feel the pain",
After that night,
I cried in my bed,
Holding his tee,
And resting my head,
I miss him so dear,
My loved one who's gone,
Like a piece of my life,
That has just been withdrawn,
So I look to the stars,
And I cry as I write,
Because I know that he's up there,
Looking down on this night.
 
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