A/N: Yikes! Something to numben the Killua fandom...

Disclaimer: Yoshihiro Togashi owns Kurapika.


Wish upon a shooting star

And send your dreams and wishes far

Send it flying, watch it soar

You don't know there might be more.

I know of a story of a young boy of twelve

Whose life was ruined, shattered, and wilt

That night he saw a bright blue spark

And a bright blue line from the dim of the dark

Hoshimi, Hoshimi, he called to the gods

The gods of the sky and the gods of the stars

Lend me your power, lend me your strength

An angel of war, it's I you may send.

He stood beneath the graves he had made

Of fresh mud and dirt, for his cousins of late

Forever he'll remember, forever he'll be burdened

With this nightmare of his, his heart will be hardened.

Wish upon a shooting star

And send your dreams and wishes far

Or keep in that little dream jar

Send it high up the sky up that one star.

We know of a story of a young boy of twelve

But now it's done and none to delve

We can't change the past, but there is a tomorrow

To get some gifts, more chances to borrow.

His future is cloudy, dim and dark

Hidden tomorrows in the soft song of a lark

May you be reminded of pleasant years

Of tearful joys and joyful tears

Shed light on the dark road of your past

Don't let the pain but the memories last

There's still a tomorrow shining bright at you

Where the grass is green and the sky is blue

Remember, remember, and don't let it be burdened

Don't let your heart go cold, don't let it be hardened

Make it stay the way it was before

When your hopes and dreams, flying high they soar.