We've come full circle, you and I
Upon the shadowed moon...

The Magic of a Kiss
By: Twisted Heart...

On edge of cliff he stood that night
With wrinkled hands he gripped the bow...

The moonlight saw me cry tonight
As I stood in its embrace...

Bare feet and rags upon her back
Walking streets she calls her home...

Perhaps, tonight I'll see the moon
Against the darkened sky...

Did you hear me, my voice just a whisper
Above all the noise of the crowd...

In deprivation, she walks alone
With tattered wings upon her back...

It was a perfect day, today
The sun fell warm upon my face...

Although the pictures faded
and the black has turned to gray...

From which direction do they come
And when they fall, where do they land...

It was so easy to follow the crowd
But they are all laughing loud at her now...