Old star, across the black 

Whisper your true name back

I have prayed, and cried

Countless of nights I have wished and died

If truth is not forbidden 

What hollow Creator keeps it cruelly hidden?

Sleep, wait, repent

Daydreams of light, heavenly sent

Innocence and green grass

Oh, how quickly days did pass

Golden days, rusted in regret

Was it all written, framed and set?

At the end of it all

Old star, hear my call

Not worthy of reprieve 

Yet, I curse the silence I receive 

Old star, behind the veil

Tell me this, as my soul set sail

Laughter and tears, chance and fate

Do they matter at all, at the final gate?