Oh~Oh~
Don’t you think we are like the stars.
Sunshine bright things of those
so wanna be [someone as what they have belonging for.
Don’t you notice the little stars,
after a glid moon,
all they want is let of those around them notice sunshining for moon.
What a difference would it make,
being the brightest one of among a miliion that
all just part of brightness of the dark.
Oh~Oh~
Some people in big dreams,
but what is it really mean.
No matter your super star are
that easy go with pretender.
Each one of us has a place
where we are belong.
Just as we look upon the stars in the sky,
is there a reflection of our life.
What a difference would it make,
being the brightest one of
among a million all just part of
brightness of the dark.
Oh~Oh~Oh~Oh~
What a difference would it make,
being the brightness one of among a million
all just part of brightness of the dark.
Each one of us has a place
where we are belong.