Star light
Morning mist breaks
It takes away what look pretends not to see
Small tree where the future misses
This left the last living
Sin feel that your smile asks
Deceived my heart in the illusion of perhaps 
My pain in the ways of guilt
The first few days, the urge to grow
The golden hue of your hair
Invites the love in the courts of innocence
The peace that resides in your lap
Drives away the fear of the invisible clouds
Where the soul rests in the arms of the rain
Water child steeped in passion
Pour the desire by the brook
Where night delivery to wind your delusions.