What is seen is temporary What is unseen is eternal My days are numbered but I will gladly count it with you I live on borrowed time but I will gladly spend it with you

It was dark, it was lonely It was quiet, it was empty My heart cried out But nothing, not even an echo returned an answer.

Shooting Star I think I saw a shooting star A streak of light, a fallen star A reminder of God in me, a little bit of magic I am not a broken heart, I am not failed expectations, I am not the weight I lost I think I saw a shooting star I think I sa...