As the moon rises high in the dark barren sky,
A tear falls down that no one should have cried,
Pain is felt that has been kept inside,
And loneliness sinks in with each second that goes by,
For night time means darkness,
Unless your out for a drink,
But even a bar is sometimes lonelier than you think,
Becasue every soul is searching for something we can never grasp,
Whether it is riches, money, happiness, or success.
Every soul is running toward something new to have,
And everyone can sometimes forget the beauty that night has.
For in the darkness you can cherish the soft breath by your side,
or a warm memory that helps keep you warm at night,
or even the fact the we have a dollar or two to spend on a day,
or just the fact that we are made to cherish both the night and the day.