Sitting on a filthy step
Eyes towards the starry sky
Waiting for celestial signs
That would put on pause the timeSo beautiful the starry sky
On thy Saint Laurence’s night
Me, lying here on dirty ground
Still seeking for a sign
© living in verses
Sitting on a filthy step
Eyes towards the starry sky
Waiting for celestial signs
That would put on pause the timeSo beautiful the starry sky
On thy Saint Laurence’s night
Me, lying here on dirty ground
Still seeking for a sign
© living in verses
Why wait on a shooting star?
Those things come and go
Sing to the earth beneath your head
And you might feel the tears that Laurence shed
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You couldn’t be more right than that
Stars fade and shine, but then collide
So do they really matter more
Than the Earth beneath my human core?
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