Resting in the light of the full moon above,
I cannot help thinking of his once kind, gentle love.
As the tears stream down my face with calm subtle ease,
I gaze out of my window at branches in the breeze.
Streaming down my face are things I'd hoped to lose,
All the tortured feelings that left my poor heart so bruised.
Now, I cannot help but cry when I think of how I care,
How he made me feel, was it a dream was i ever there.
He hurt me even though he never did see,
Just how things made me feel, just like a night that would never be.
In the midnight shadows of a new morning just begun,
I can see the moon above me, and the dawning of a sun.
