As the light slowly started to die
She carried her life on one dream
With no where to go but the sky,
She sat with nothing but the moonbeam.
As she watched him leave
The thoughts ran through her head,
What had she done to deceive,
And the words she left unsaid.
As he left in his Saturn
She cried, eyes throbbing,
Knowing he would never return,
She ran for one last feeling.
As if nothing was wrong she returned home
And soon was silent as a garden gnome.