Shooting Star

by Brooke   Sep 19, 2007


Your room is filled with darkness
Trying to find your way to the light switch
Is a lot harder than you thought
Brought to your kness, waiting for any kind of light
When you're ready to give up
A shooting star flies by your window
And gives you a second to realize
You were never in the dark
Your night light was always on

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