Falling Star Generation

Love's like a falling star, with such a graceful gleam
We hold our heads high, trying to capture a whimsical dream
But as all light fades, that once burned with great a intensity
We turn back to the sky, looking for that sign of divinity
Yet things aren't always as they're portrayed, as we begin to narrow our minds
We look for a spectacle of sight, thats seemingly never worth the time
The issue with this matter, the problem with that train of thought
Is that we take in what we delight, and cast out what's consider not
Is this the truth of the world? Is it build into our genetic code?
To aim for what's considered "perfect", for just one brief episode?
Just fragments of our lives, not noticed until they begin to pile
Yet that's when we look back to reflect, and wish that we could reconcile
With those who we deemed not enough, to those we saw as our lesser
Is it too late to come to that realization, or have we taken it too far?
The truth of this may never be known, but that's yet the sickest part
In fact it's my own generation... who've forgotten what it means to have heart...
There comes a point where we're all at our weakest, eventually this fact must be faced
We're so quick to give up and say avior, for something new to take its place
A fresh generic shallow drug of the moment, until we begin to build up an immunity
What was once a falling star becomes yet another scar, for it seems we're mere creatures of opportunity
And though I'd like to think we're more than this, but we exhibit it time and time again
So few are born lovers once upon this life-time, who savor a precious wonderful gem
We are but the few hiding among the mass, our presence is all but microscopic
Could we be the ones who draw the line? and spread the change of heart epidemic?
To see love as more than a fading streak of light? To see it fill more than just the night's sky?
And live for more than just ourselves, and give it our best try...
I'll say it again...
Love's like a falling star, with such a mystical gleam
We hold our heads high, trying to capture a whimsical dream
It's a light that shouldn't fade, and always burn with a great intensity
That lights up the world's eyes, to show that our hearts have purity...