I’ve been waking with a sinking feeling, write down the words lift them from my chest. 
Again I resolve to give up cigarettes. 
Ponder the grass and they way it withers, watching the ants as they march along. 
I’ve been falling asleep with the TV on. 

Drifted away on a sea of someone else’s truth. 
Deep in the dark I’ll find my way through. 

By the light of the moon. The light of the moon. 
I’m holding on for a brighter day, and her light leads the way. 
The light of the moon. 

The Nightingale sings his song regardless. The flowers bloom and they don’t ask “why?”. Making mistakes guess the point is that we tried. 

I’ve done things that I swore to myself I would never do. 
Deep in the dark I’ll find my way through. 

How? How’d I get so lost? How? How’d I get so lost? 
The sun will rise again, but tonight I’ve found a friend.

Light of the Moon

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Light of the Moon

Sharaya Summers