Paralyzed, I've lost my way, frightened by the future.
My fear, it grips me and holds me hostage with my hands bound behind me.
I'm chained to a wall in a basement alone, stuck without a key.
Never mind that I'm a captive because the kidnapper was me.
I can hear the sound of a river nearby, flowing ever softly.
The birds are chirping and I know it must be spring all over again
A year has come and gone, nothing has changed; I'm still insane.
So here I hide, fenced in by cement, finding comfort in my pain.
I've heard it said that this is the prime of my life.
If that's true, I don't want to know what's next.
This is what dreams were made for, and this is why the stars are shining
because we all need a little hope to make it through the night.
I'm waiting for my wishes to come true, but my sky is black;
I only hope the stars are still out there for you.
Breathless, I blink the tears away, mixing with the rain.
The clouds are crying with me, the world's heart is breaking in pieces.
People are rushing by me but all I see are nameless, blurry faces,
blending together like a painter's palette, colors lost in traces.
Wise words told me that I'll wish for youth sometime
but that doesn't help when now I wish I was dead.
This is what dreams were made for, and this is why the stars are shining
because we all need a little hope to make it through the night.
I'm waiting for my wishes to come true, but my sky is black;
I only hope the stars are still out there for you.
One day I'll escape the city to find my own beacon,
because these ones aren't working for me.
Maybe I'll fly to Alaska just to see the northern lights,
so they can work their magic and ignite my life.
And if you hope enough and if you don't give up,
when I fall in endless sleep, I'll ask for a shooting star to bring luck to you.
