I look out towards a shooting star
it falls with grace and travels far
but as it fades, it lost its charm
I have one wish, it means no harm
the winter night freezes me
I go inside, have a cup of tea
I look outside to the tall oak trees
I quietly ask for that one wish, please
but who would have thought you where such a tease
please just stop your hurting me
while I wake up looking at the trees
and all I have is a cold cup of tea.