My wishing star

If I had to be desertedupon an island shoreand was forced to give up somethingthat I couldn't have money, my house, my carthe object that I need the mostin the northern skies, I need my wishing star is what encourages mepicks me up when I am down,listens to all my worrieswhen I have my frequent star smiles down upon meit tells me that I'm beautiful,pit says, "whatever you put your mind to,i know that it is doable"i feel its presence in the stillness of the night,It tucks me in, keeps me warmand kisses me cannot take my wishing starIt means so much to me,to the star I have given all my worriesand they all have been set can't take my starit just isn't fair,please don't take my starmy mother lives up there.

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