A little boy looks up into the night.
The moon is bright and a million stars shine.
A star wincks at him and drops a ray of light
that through the corner of his eye and then his spine
lift him up for about a mile.
-Are you hanging on a wire or is somebody holding you really tight?
And why is your belly filled with light?
-No, I'm flying, said the star and my journey goes far.
I fly on love, not gas or oil or tar.
I bring good wishes and hope to the angels above
so they have energy to send us all their love.
And every time a little boy talks to a star
and he is interested to know,
something just got beter on earth below.
I'll bring you back down now, so you can go to bed.
So you can dream about what your lucky star said.