• If I could catch a falling star
    I’d throw my arms out wide.
    I’d wait for one to come my way,
    So I could save it to brighten your night.

    If I could catch the rays of light,
    I’d certainly hold it in my palms.
    I’d keep it there until times of despair,
    And chase all the shadows away.

    If I could catch a firefly,
    I’d like to watch it glide around in a jar,
    But I’d let it go, you know I would,
    You wouldn’t like it caged or harmed.