As I stare into the moon,
I dreamt of seeing you again soon
And then the cloud part ways
Seeing you, maybe somedayAnd as I walk past the shadows of trees
Feeling the gentle summer breeze
I stopped and looked at the moon
When can I see you again, soon?I made my way back home
Picking up some shiny stones
Threw them towards the light of the moon
Hating it for not seeing you soon.