Shooting Stars

They like to believe
they are the bravehearts
who like to walk alone
seeing themselves in
each of those someone else'es eye
where every new day begins
by standing straight and
holding their heads high
as they sell to themselves
every morning a new lie


walking on as the days go by
with their feet on the ground
but trying to shoot the star
and slip through the crack
made in the sky


choreographed moves
inch by inch crawling
to leave a trail behind
wary of the pack of dogs
that combine
to bury the diseased one alive
crossing him out
as they move forward
from the left and the right


walking on as the days go by
with their feet on the ground
but trying to shoot the star
and slip through the crack
made in the sky


walking on as the days go by
and step by step
their feet sinking
into the ground
walking on as the days go by
step by step
their feet sinking
deep down
into the ground


memory hiding-seeking memory
as the mind goes astray
to a place somewhere else
but cant find refuge in
any other better place
with tired legs that try
but cant stop walking
they end that each night
with their heads hung low
losing yet another day
to someone they dont know
remember the one that they lost
hanging on that face
on the picture on the shelf
and reach out to bury
bury this one too
in the frame
like the bravehearts
who cried for freedom
when there was hanging over them
the gullitone of shame


walking on as the days go by
step by step
their feet sinking
into the ground
walking on as the days go by
and step by step
their feet sinking
into the ground
their feet sinking
deep down
into the ground