The moon pierced the night sky,
As the clouds started to cry,
The village sparkled with lights,
As the girl looked into the night,
On a dark path she stared,
With her soaked dress and unbound hair,
She looked to the night,
With tears she tried to fight,
She was lonely, this girl,
Who understood her was only the wind’s twirl,
So she looked for comfort in the night,
And the moon felt just right.