The Northern Star

By the light of the northern star
The grace of it just so far
It's life is about shining bright
To live it is its only right.

Why do they just caught him up there?
Just to see how many at his grace stare.

Cursed by the grace
With that angel face
Cursed by the cold
Of the words that always been untold.

Why can they let him live?
They can't reapair the mistake, when they have nothing to give.

Outside, within a cold environment
He needs his creator's aprovement
But his only reaward is the accusation
His loneliness, my captivation.

Why can't he come down?
Do I have to wait until the dawn?

When up there he's been held by nothing
Now he wants to become something
They just don't let him be
He's just so far from me...