"What be done
She is not yours to keep
But for others to have."
A chilly night
the open sky,
the moon brings us close.
She will be gone,you have no love to give.
watch her fly by,like everyone else.
where do i find her
i look in deep,
and all i find is pain.
She will be loved
the pain will wither,
acceptance will soak.
you will walk again,
and she will be loved.