Letra de Sterre

She was so sad. No word of comfort really registered. no Friendly hand could steady her. There was no contact, no Consideration, penetration or hope. We stood here Watching form our observation post. Now here's a finger, Here's little line - we'll take you in we'll guide you Home... But with two enormous wings she left us standing, Reaching for a ghost. And on this mlancholy night there Is a star that stands alone. Far beyond the Constellations, far removed from highest heaven; cast Aside and still we only watch but, my oh my, she's Beautiful tonight.