When the moon rises
When the moon rises every night,
I says my prayers and bless the beautiful sight,
My heart sinks with the warm comfort of the moonlight,
Hypnotized by the stars in sight,
The stars shine like the morning sun,
When the night has just begun,
My mind travels through the milk-way,
As my heart syncs with night and day,
Im not afraid of night that used to be my fears,
Darkened every doorstep till I pour tears ,
I listen to the warm night breeze whispering through the trees.
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