The sky awaits for a flying star : They say it might hear your plea When they pass even from afar. So I come down on one knee, Covering up the earlier scar, To whisper into the starry sky, To keep him safe up there. To let him shine brighter Than all the other stars. And give me inner strength, To again say a tearless Goodbye. The sky awaits for a flying star : They say it might hear your plea When they pass even from afar. So I come down on one knee, Covering up the earlier scar, To whisper into the starry sky, To keep him safe up there. To let him shine brighter