A light to the fruture

Star bright, star light, may you show me the light.
I have falling into the drakness of which I am lose
of no shight.
Of the truth that lies an front of me. My heart is dead
my mind is gone.
I am alone in the drakness of no retun.
But yet I know , I have one more chance to make
it right.
So I sit an the drakness, waqitting to see the for
the fruture.