Chasing Satellites

We were chasing satellites
That looked like falling stars
Childish hearts and eyes
They did not saw that they leave only scars

So, I tried writing them a song
I tried explaining
But, the children in us wanted to prove me wrong
They were still smiling

They showed me seven ways of Sun rising
Twelve reasons for the Moon dust to sprinkle
They left me longing
They had in their eyes that special twinkle

We were eating colours
And smelled of glitter
It was our place in the world, and ours alone
We were mere children, because the adults were too bitter

They were right, those children
We are too young to be old, shining like the stars in red lights
We are the ones that see the taste of cinnamon
And we are still chasing those satellites