A twinkling jewel in the vastness that stretches beyond seas.
Perhaps that’s why the midnight sky always felt like home,
Pure bliss befell when I star-gazed from the terrace, alone.
I knew you could see my silent tears of pain,
For you hid behind the clouds and showered me with rain.
I could sense your glee whenever I made you proud,
You glowed more on those nights, a diamond in the crowd.
That fateful night, when they cornered me in the alley,
And the monsters’ laughter echoed over my desperate pleas,
I felt your despair reach me, like throes that wreck the heart,
With anger and helplessness that tear a mother’s soul apart.
And you fell across the sky, so I could make a wish,
For a savior that came by, to save me in a swish.
I was saved that night, by the shooting star that fell,
But losing you again, mother, the pain was very real.
And every time I see a star, shooting across the sky,
Your thoughts cross my mind, and a warmth flashes by,
And the stubborn me makes a wish so that I can see you again,
I know you’re there somewhere, watching over me, all the same.