Feeling the blue, as the soul blumes into the mending spirit
Of a thorn bush with blood all over its top, reflecting
Moonlight, against the sun of my long lost friendship,
In the sunlight, we used to sit on old gray
Rocks, from the pockets of my heart tied to
You, but you died in the moonlight, so bright and
Demanding.

This is death, of a long lasting light.
I keep on a fight to keep my life
In the light in a demanding sight.

Feeling the cool on my face, I’m so fucking late.
To see you again is for you to be a saint,
As the memories make me faint,
It’s so tainting to my own brain,
Thinking away from the light, the moonlight,
As I’m better with those who fight with might,
With a sight of truth.

This is the movement,
Of my long lost friendship.

As I sit on the old gray rocks in the moonlight,
I forgive the sun.

In Sight Of Moonlight

Craze

Daeisy