If only you count the tears I’ve cried,
A million times, I swear I’ve died
I’m trying, but it’s still not right
The only time I want her is night.
I’m going to go outside, where the clouds are full of rain. Let the water conceal my tears, while the dancing disguises my pain.
I’m gonna shine so brightly, never stuck in idle or park. Having no fear of the midnight sky’s, why should a star be afraid of the dark?
I’ll sit atop of the Moon, all while holding a rose. Toast it like a drink to the Sun, and magically watch it grow.
And if that rose gets thirsty, then I will nurture and abide. Because there won’t be no water, unless of course it’s cried.
Run the eyes dry, until the smile blossoms within. Seeds of strangers to flowers of friends, all while saying I love you three thousand.
Can you tell me a story, one that hasn’t been uttered or told? But let’s keep the candle burning, so the words don’t feel alone.
Close your eyes and sing, and any tune will do. It doesn’t matter how you move, dance like no body is watching you.
You move just like an Angel, I close my eyes to catch a sight. I will definitely see that beautiful star, in the same dark night.
Afterwards take a bow, as the audience stands and cheer. Pick up the rose from the darkened stage, and water it with that single tear.