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.
