Shooting the stars

I’m shooting the stars,  By sacrificing light, carving the scars with darkness of night My world is filled with agony efforts and cries With moon of joy, Happiness and smiles With evergreen hopes and  a sorrowfull bow I launch my tears where the brave never go. Each pain is a beautifull scare On my heart  Each cry is a crystal found In the drought  The tears were arrow To shoot the star I am pleasured by the process I am happy with the scars