Upon a shooting star

Tell me why do we wish upon a shooting star?

I mean depend on a dead thing, how bizarre

I admit human beings do lots of weird stuff

And believe in a various of things above us

Believe and faith is a fluffy aspect to prove

How do they put faith in what can't move?

Tell me how to believe in what I can't see

When I can't even maintain a faith in me

Don't misunderstand me, I don't criticize

I hope to sit on a cloud when my soul dies

I'm just wondering how the faith emerged

What's missing, what was it we searched

Why do we seek for more than we've got?

Do I feel it isn't enough what life brought?

Yes, maybe it's a thing life forgot to give

A map or guide on how I'm going to live

Me and faith, we don't get along, no

I denied the trust in that such long ago

Not that I don't have hopes and wishes

I guess I just can't stop being suspicious