As The Night Fades

Gazing at the moon, I'm wondering;
Is she happy? Or like me, weeping?
Can she feel my pain, and sympathize?
I wonder what's behind those pretty eyes.


Flick the lighter, puff on the stick and exhale,
The earth is damp, and the air smells stale.
Breeze getting colder, the moon is fading
Soon, pretty soon, it will be morning.