Lost souls, desperate and freaked out to take a flight,
Ignored by angels, where are you gonna head for?
Groping blindly in the dark for the salvation light
While suffering from a phantom pain left you tore.
Hurting for your former dwelling, you wanna back,
Unaware that for you that's the end of the ball game.
Trying hard to break a vacuum, you blow your stack:
How come you're noncorporal tiny specks with no name?
In the still of a black night I sighted a falling star
And felt divine elation quickening my heartbeat.
Since then I've been carrying a cryptic scar
And left immune to pain until in heaven me and you meet.
Aram Stefanian
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-star-to-kurt-cobain/
