the singer, the dream, the wish, the star

verse1 - he's never been the athlete who could run a five-minute mile. he's never been the soldier who could kill somebody with a smile. he's never been the dancer who was fancy on his feet. he's only ever been the orphan who was broken underneath. 

verse2 - she's always been the singer whose song gets stuck in his head. she's always been the dream he had when he was lyin in his bed. she's always been the wish he caught when it was floatin through the air. she's always been his shooting star, she's always, always, been there. 

verse3 - now he wasn't lookin, he was perfectly content. but then she showed up and she said, "won't you play that guitar for me; sing a sweet melody? I'll find you by the river and bring you under the tree" 

verse4 - so he played her a song he wrote on a borrowed guitar. he played her a song he wrote about a girl that wasn't her. and then she smiled so big when he played one of Conor's songs. that smile kept him smilin all summer long. 

verse5 - all of a sudden, he didn't know what to feel. were these just stupid emotion, or were they real? he saw how she was selfless and loved Jesus through and through. she loved him in a way that the orphan wished he knew how to. 

verse6 - goodbyes are awful, but she made him promise to keep in touch. and distance is wretched, but for them, it wouldn't be too much. the future's uncertain, but the orphan said inside his heart, "she will always be my singer, my dream, my wish, my star"

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