The lonely girl glances at the stars,
Wondering if someone is out there,
Needing her as she needs someone,
To hold,
To care for,
To love,
To give meaning to the rising of the sun,
To give life,
To the cold, dark, sad, moonlight,
In a world of evil,
And hatred,
She has grown,
Not knowing truly,
The love of one,
Grown so all alone,
All in the inside,
Needing someone,
That needs her,
And she needs that meaning,
And that rising sun of light,
When the moon stinks at its job.
