Young Writers Society

wishes are meant for shooting stars.
it makes no difference who you are.
you dont have to be extrodinary.
doesnt matter if you're ordinary.

im just an ordinary girl,
in an ordinary world.
nothing happens, its so sad.
these things will drive you mad.

people pass with a smile.
mothers hurrying with their childs.
nobody stops to say hello,
no glances my way as they go.

i wish that people are,
not about what they were.
to take a second to recognize,
whats happening to them inside.

what happened to the love,
that was there long ago?
did it shrink and shrivel up?
did it expand till it popped?

im just an ordinary girl,
in an ordinary world.
nothing happens, its so sad.
nothing happens till you go mad.

i wished on that shooting star,
to change things as they were.
make people love again,
make people smile again.

wishes are meant for shooting stars,
doesnt matter who you are.
love and learn and you'll see,
that you can be extrodinay.

im just an ordinary girl,
in an extrodinary world.
people can love and they can smile,
if they please once in a while.