the moon and me

The moon, she is a woman
I’ve been lifted and carried in her arms.
Even though I come and go with the tide,
I love her so much.

Each time I go the she and me
becomes a dream.
I know she prays I’ll remember
the us we used to be.

Tonight’s she’s only half of what she can be.
I’ve been gone too long.
So, I’ll light a fire
hoping the message burns high enough to reach her.
It’s the sweetest thing I have to offer.

The moon, she is a woman
I’ve been lifted and carried in her arms.
Even though I come and go with the tide,
I love her so much.

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