Miles away I see a shining star,
But to reach there I need to cross a big war.
That war is my life which I often think about,
And stand in the middle of that battlefield filled with doubt.
Sometimes knives and spears pierce through me,
From that pain I’ve never been free.
I want to run away from that war and turn around,
Away from the violence and the loud sound.
But when I see that shining star miles away,