The moon sighed,
as it watched the tide,
in the middle of the night,
alone.
The star cried,
as it slowly died,
in the middle of the night,
alone.
The flower danced,
leaped and pranced,
in the middle of the night,
alone.
The tree groaned,
and all night it moaned,
in the middle of the night,
alone.
But you have me,
all the time,
In the middle of the night,
you're not alone.
