Wishing Upon the Dead Star

I saw a dead body pass by on the street the other day

It felt bad for i know the pain of losing someone dear

Putting my fingers on my heart, I made a wish

My buddies looked at me with flummoxed eyes 

Why is that weird?

Don't we wish upon the shooting star?

Shooting star which died years ago

How does it make our wishes come to life?

Death cannot be a beginning of a desire

 Isn't it an end, the inevitable end

No escape no dodging

It comes and gets all that you love

What  do you do, cripple and cry

For you are devastated and there is no solace

But think of the star in the moment of loss

Would you not wish upon it, had it been a 'dead' shooting star 

You can still wish, wish upon the body of dead

Wish for strength to not cry

Wish for strength to keep them alive

Keep them alive in thoughts and actions and never let them die

Wish upon them as if they are shooting stars

Bright and glittering going somewhere peaceful and far