The moon is high and bright
and alone is what I feel,
to realize there is no one
I have in my sights
is to be forever alone.
Times have come and gone
things were said,
things were drawn,
and as the moon rises high
I will be forever alone.
I paint with all that I have
my work is evidence of who I am,
and still in every way,
every day,
I am forever alone.
Each night I say sweet dreams,
each night I have those dreams,
wondering who I am supposed to be
wondering if I will ever be set free,
always knowing I am forever alone.
