As the stars light up the sky,
I wish I could as well try,
To make the little girl smile,
As she looked up from the aisle,
And the twinkle in her eyes,
Met the sparkle of the sky's.
I look above to be as well,
The one to bid the shivers farewell.
To comfort the old lonely souls,
Who lie down and glance consoles,
Upon the open heights to search,
For the one's they've lost and urge
To find the sole truth; they dream
To keep away from the stream,
Because on this holy land
The new truth are the lies which stand.