A shooting star you are

A shooting star you are.
A star that doesn't belong with other stars.
One night you be came the star you wanted to be.
A star that shinned so bright you sore across the sky.

As you told me you aren't a star but you are.
You just don't see how bright you are.
Open your eyes and look at the glow you let go.
A shooting star you are that sore over the sky.

So bright that I want to get a hold of but you are to high.
To high for my fingers to touch.
I want to be shooting star like you but am not.
I'm just a star that belongs with the other stars.

You found other that understand you more then I will ever do.
But remember what you told me 'You are my missing puzzel piece'.
Hope you remember me when you are with the other shooting stars.