The night is calm, the stars are bright.
But inside there’s mischief brewing tonight.
Neither to the left, nor to the right.
But high up above, where dreams take flight.
Throw down those moonbeams, climbing them I may
Alight to the skies — and out of this maze.
Lighten my darkness, and colour my grays.
And free me from all discord and dismay.
And when it’s darkest and the night seems long,
Cradle me close, sing me your song.
Teach me to tell the right from wrong.
Till I find my way home — where I belong.