Shooting Star

Next time I see a shooting star,
I know exactly what to wish.
I'd make sure there'd be no more war, and the sea would still be full of fish.

I'd wish for peace and harmony for everyone around,
And you could walk barefoot everywhere, no more dirt covering the ground.

If a shooting star came flying by, I'd have a lot to say,
I'd ask for no more people to starve, that they could eat throughout the day.

But if I'm only allowed one wish, I'll tell you what it'd be,
I'd wish that we could love again, and there'd only be you and me.

by vera©