When you see the star falling,
It is time to make a wish,
Stars are God's gift to beauty,
To shine in my darkened night,
And helping me see a little light
My sparkling star still hung,
My life has cause to shine,
I am the son of the cosmos,
The ruler of the skies,
I was born when nebula collapse.
I have made my path known,
A path I have chosen to follow,
I crumble, and collapse,
But this is not my destruction,
This is my birth.
Here wait I,
On the world's rim,
Stretching out hands,
To get hold of my star,
And make a wish.
Let me make my wish,
All I need is little encouragement,
To fulfill what's inside of me,
Finding what is deep in my heart,
And my falling star to twinkle my path.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem