On the New Moon when the night is its darkest.
The emptiness creeps in
and holds me fast
But if i look in what appears to be the empty sky.
I know that unseen I am not alone.
And that somewhere, someone wants to know me.
On the New Moon when the night is its darkest.
The emptiness creeps in
and holds me fast
But if i look in what appears to be the empty sky.
I know that unseen I am not alone.
And that somewhere, someone wants to know me.
