The sparklin winter light
way out of range
the ghosts you dare to fight
waited years for their revenge

In time life hits you hard
under the sun
you may become a part
of the myth about the one

Oh Maria, 
the saddest queen of broken tunes
I believed / I retrieved you
at the gates of your kingdom

Untouched the northern star
you gave birth to good
but the line between wright or wrong
had been drawn in too many books