Moonheart

Though sorrowful I lie this night, the light of the stars I see - and the Moon sees with me.
Though hopesless I look this night, the warmth of the stars I feel - and the Moon crackles with me.
Though lost I am this night, the barbs of the stars I follow - and the Moon drifts away with me.
Though silent I remain this night, the voice of the stars I hear: and I'll sing my soul to the Moon -
And the Moon sings with me.