Across the mountains, far away from here, there are those beautiful stars. They are the closest thing to heaven. Those stars, twinkling.
When you reach the top of one of those mountains, you could grab a star and put it in your bag. The star will give you the light, the strength you always needed. It is the light that leads you through bad times.
And when you are alone, it will shine upon you. ‘Cause you are not alone little star, never. You are surrounded by lots of other stars, and each of them is…
Special.
Don’t worry, believe me.
dinsdag 6 oktober 2009
Little star.
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