Shooting Star

The four lane road spreads out in front of the car As the silver moon dances close to the northern star Six shades of darkness are painted across the sky Difficult to admit something that has always been a lie In the space between heaven and earth We tend to decide what we are worth Never realizing that others see us as we truly are Leaving us confused as we find it a little bizarre To think that we may have some value is rough When we have always thought ourselves to be bitter and tough Finding one’s own way amidst the rocks and trees Can change your opinion of yourself slowly by degrees Till an admission can be made to all that have been had That I am better that I was and I have no reason to be sad A shooting star crosses the sky in front of the car, burning bright Reminding me that even though I made a lot of bad decisions, the last one I made was right