The Scar on My Star

If I were a shooting strar,

Leaving a trace of dust and flames,

Without ever looking back,

You would be my scar

As permanent as laughter,

As deeply as the sea,

As vivid as a breath

That hurts inside of me

What a strange feeling this is

Passing by the ocean sea

Somehow it feels like home

But is too far away for me to be

And you're allways with me

My strange little scar

In the body of me

Craved into my heart.