The Shooting Star flew in the night,
Lost and alone, a comet amongst
Unmoving brethren set on a
Course for nothing more than a
Bleak future of nothingness.
She was the bright, burning sun,
Who shone in my life every
Day for the full two years.
Even in the eclipse, she gave
Me the light to carry on.
The dark of the night surrounded me,
And showed me the shooting Star.
Together we laughed;
Together we cried;
Together we searched the world,
And together we ignored everyone.
The light of the Sun surrounded me,
And showed me what my life was.
Together we sang,
Together we danced,
Together we found the melodies
That would forever bind us.
So there I stood, with Sun and Star,
Light and Dark both within my heart.
This in-between which rips me apart,
And gives me a glimpse of both futures:
To choose the Light Sun
And to always be happy,
Or to choose the Dark Star,
And to always be honest.
To choose the Sun,
To be who I want to be.
To choose the Star,
To have someone by my side.
So I choose both,
The Sun and the Star,
For what is Light without the Dark?
And what is Dark without the Light?
And so it tears me up inside,
As I struggle to tame them both,
As I struggle to walk the line,
As I struggle with tears,
Both of sorrow and of joy.