Tonight, I looked at the sky with my teary eyes And thought if you were here, father. I wanted to apologize But then you died Leaving me alone, to walk further. If I’ve treated you so wrong, I beg your soul to come down, Keep hands on my head, And sit beside my bed, And sing the song of the lonely star. Father, You come in my dreams and ask for my aid I weep in my nightmares, but this I’ve never shared Because I want to cry on my deeds I want to cry for the father I need I want your forgiveness if I’ve done some wrongs, If I was rude, crude, screwed. But I need you now to guide me in the dark, Will you be the lonely northern star? Tonight, A boy was rude to his dad, So mad, so sad … that poor lad. I was mad at you too. But if my words have broken your heart, I beg your soul to come down, Keep hands on my head, And sit beside my bed, And sing the song of the lonely star.