The high star

I saw a star

So bright, I saw in black and white

So I stud up my feet

Trying to reach it's mighty light

But the star was high

I realized I had to fly

So I took a rocket-sheep

To go high, high, high, high

In the sky

So many things can fly by

Like this weird old guy

Hiding in his floating isle

And the old man said

If you don't want to end up dead

You got to take this mask

And cover up your head

So pretty

When you're above the clouds

But so chilly

When you're so far away from your house

But looking right in front of me

Now It's all that I could see

In the pure and silent cold

The most beauty my heart could ever hold

It made me cry

But without looking at my feet

Scraping the ice of my checks

To my home I said goodbye

I followed her heat and her light

Arrived in front it was so bright

No words 'cause of what is on my head

I headed straight for the core, the mask burning in my stead.