Sitting on The Bench

I sit on the bench at nights, waiting for a wishing star.
People say, it's hard to deal with differences. I knew.
People say, it can't be if we belong together. We knew?
People say, I'm not your kind. You knew.
So, tell me, do they know if it's life they can't control.. If it's heart they can't feel. Could they?

I feel... Something peace in me, every time you whisper words.
I feel... Something happiness, when I see your humankind
I feel... Something strong, in distance.
Could they feel, like I feel?

I'm sitting on the bench, waiting for wishing star. For the miracles they believed. For the miracles I always believe.
I'm sitting on the bench at nights, in distance with the same above..
I'm not fear for what I feel.
Come
Come
Wishing Stars


You.
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