Why do we wait for falling stars
On which to place our dreams
When morning skies are a glimmer
With shining tails of travelling streams
We can choose to wait and study
Night skies till we are dead
Or wake and get up early
And look up then instead
For once the dream of flight
Was just an impossible fantasy too
Now they’re common as daisies
And even make it to the moon
So I’d rather align my wishes
On a fantasy come to pass
Then wait around and wonder
On the funeral march of stars
In the dawn of every morning
Is where the pure potential lies
Where we can really make a difference
If we keep our chins up high
Don’t look down or to those around you
Just watch a plane as it goes by
For if that is heavy metal flying
Then all we have to do is try.