quietly with tact

full moon hung in a cloudy sky

asking questions of where

for and why

answers that still have no meaning

to us passes by. staring at her through a party scene

so scared of touching that elusive dream

feelings that seem to painful to us passes by

a blindness that comes so quietly with tact

pretending to have no lack

of sight which paints so well

a feeling of contentment

all will be black and our only way back

will be gone

lost with this song

that moon in a cloudy sky

taking the chance to reach up to it not ask why

holding her hand in fearful rhyme

touching her depth's and frying to time

feelings that are so painful to us make us strong ah

a meaning that comes so quietly with tact

forcing us to have no lack

of sight which paints so well the feeling of being

all will be white and our only bright lights

will be within