I see the moon in all her grace
I love to watch her timeless face
Yet all her beauty fades to black
when the sun just turns his back
And so the poor moon wastes away
Just wastes away another day
And if the sun would turn her way
She give anything to feel his rays
A poor young boy was quite forlorn
His manhood lost when he was born
So he sings with his high voice
While the choir instructors rejoice
I cry inside my heart each day
I cry each time you walk away
As you turn my bright smiles fades
Then you look at me..no, look through me..coldy, with disdain
I wonder what you're thinking
If what I see of you, is you