I waste in sighs in the middle of the night, when the moonlight is bright.
I stare at the night in empty loneliness.
The silvery moon beams at your window reflecting its light, telling you goodnight.
It dances across your room, you'll see the starlight admire its beauty for tomorrow it's gone.
But oh don't worry it won't be long when it's back..
The voices murmur, whisper oh ever so gently
Hear them sulk in the middle of the night.
They whisper and say " Tomorrow is a brand new day"
My eyes begin to flutter and my thoughts begin to shutter.
Whisper goodnight to the voices in your head.
Then rest because tomorrow is a brand new day.
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A Silent Kiss
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