Stars will guide you home,
trough the deep of forest or the darkest storm,
in the mirror river that cross trough your home.
Stars will make the way to rest your lonely soul.

Little diamonds shining in the dome above.
Can you see them twinkle flicker trough the clouds?
And maybe one day you will feel alone
and rise your eyes, and ignite your soul.
And then you'll see, as I just told,
lights will always guide you home.