Shining high above in the deep sky,
Enlightening my steps in the night,
And giving me the most beautiful sight,
Of what life, once cherished, seems to imply.
The warmth that from her soul she frees,
From her trembling words and from her wet eyes,
All the love that in her broken heart lies,
Would embrace my body in a breeze.
From high above in the black sky,
Her deep affection would heal my wounds
And pulling me out of the burial grounds
She would look at my scars, and cry.
In moments of despair,
When death was nearby and life had no meaning,
When from deep cuts, blood would be flowing,
Only my Lucky Star would care.