The Moon

Will my song be heard amongst the wind that blows?
It's the end, with the those things that were spread
I have so many things that I want to say
I'm keeping the moon in my memory tonight
When the deep blue night ends
Will I be able to rest?

I'm like you, but I can't reach you
I'm like you, you're making me cry

Tonight is cold and dreary
I'm left alone

There's no hope, even though the moonbeams shine
I'm keeping the moon in my memory tonight
When the deep blue night ends
Will it all be erased?

I'm like you, but I can't reach you
I'm like you, if you're making me cry…

You can't even leave some light for me..
Why can't you talk to me?