• Where is that bright light?
    That I have been looking for,
    Where is my shooting star?
    Could it be outside my door?

    So here I lay,
    Upon the floor,
    Wishing you were here,
    Outside my door.

    I wish you could come in,
    And shower me with love,
    And next thing you’d know,
    I’d me trapped in a bear hug.

    I waited two months,
    Then three,
    Then four,
    Wishing you were here,
    Outside my door.

    Then the day came,
    And you were coming back,
    I got so exited,
    Like a mouse on a mouse trap.

    So I got off the floor,
    And waited for you,
    Out side my door,

    I looked up at the sky,
    To see a shooting star,
    Then I heard a voice so pure,
    Sing, “There you are!”

    I look up to see,
    The person I’ve been looking for,
    And like in my dreams,
    He was right outside my door.