• Silver moon hangs over glassy waters.
    Reflecting bright, illuminating the dark garden of my heart.
    I walk slowly through the luminescence,
    Searching, searching, for the piece I'm missing.

    I find a small trinket, that reminds me of you,
    I hide it away, safe from their eyes.
    You and I used to sit upon this riverbank,
    And ponder our fantasies.

    I sit here alone now, broken and lost.
    And, yet, I wait, still waiting for you.
    I look up at the moon that hangs overhead, and I pray,
    Pray you'll come home once again.