Little Star

The pacing In the passing A narrow, upon the path As I look beyond What has to be It is a telling Upon the tall tale That whispers in the warmth Of passion and love The pacing In the lasting A turning, against the bend As I look beyond What has become It is a moment Upon the soft designs That come through in colors Of wonder and home It is The dire of feelings The happiness of one It is That string of melodies That play In the sadness I have fallen But Shall climb towards the light A little star Upon the moment You soar forever In a show that will Go on The pacing In the passing A narrow, upon the path As I look beyond What has to be It is a telling Upon the tall tale That whispers in the warmth Of passion and love The pacing In the lasting A turning, against the bend As I look beyond What has become It is a moment Upon the soft designs That come through in colors Of wonder and home It is The dire of feelings The happiness of one It is That string of melodies That play In the sadness I have fallen But Shall climb towards the light A little star Upon the moment You soar forever In a show that will Go on