Shooting Star

Reaching for a shooting star

Nothing can hold me back

I have my future planned out

Holding my head high I’ll stand.

Dreaming with everything I’ve got

No more broken hearts for me

I’m moving on

Proud of who I’ll be.

I have my wings

It’s time to fly

Without any regrets 

Soaring up in the sky.

Got the bravery of an eagle 

With the heart of a butterfly

I’m going to make it out there

No more sorrowful sighs.

Black and white pictures are gone

Colorful ribbons dancing in my hair

Loving who I am

I’m going to make it far.