When I was shining in the sky..
You stared at me with wonder
I was supposed to be your late Dear
You chose me for everything to share.
When I was falling from the sky…
You lamented on me with somber
I became the subject of your prayer
You worshipped me to make true your desire.
When I am lost…
You think of me, cry for me rare
Then forget thinking there are still thousand to share
I am to you a subject of wonder, prayer but not to be cared.