Lonely souls and their washed out feelings
Lonely stars looking down with pitiful eyes,
Shaped as perfectly as the heart denied it's might
Waking up to find it gone like the warmth of a deceased lover
One day at a time dear sir, it was never a race nor a fight
One day it might all disappear like the holes on our fathers coat
Mother was always there so know that you can take rest
The night would always come and the moon with it as a sign
Why would we have to worry when we had it's bright light?
Why would we have to close our eyes when we could wish on the moonlight?
