I always ask you who we are.
Are we someone really so high?
Just be honest, don't be shy.
With that the star replied to me,
Answer is something I can't see,
When you find someone just like you,
Ask them what is really true.
I looked around and found you by,
Sparkling eyes, that I can't deny,
Asking questions that made no sense,
Almost child like innocence.
You ask me, if the world is nice.
I say that it is, only if you pay a price.
You ask me what the price could be.
The price is but your temerity.
You : If I were in trouble, would you save me?
Me : Of-course, almost certainly.
You : Have you not paid the price,
Me : Hence, the world is not so nice.
You turned around and gave me a smile,
That moment made it all worthwhile.
I looked above and stared at the star,
So this is who we really are.
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