Within a dream,
an endless dream of wonder,
where sunsets clear the way
for the moon to rise.

Oh I have seen that moon rise,
and set her beautiful eyes upon my troubled soul.

A shell of a man,
Have I become,
Losing all that I am,
To the tempest of my mind.

But she alone
Still beacons me to her,
She alone guides me,
And holds me in her arms.

And while some may scream blasphemy,
It is still her that I worship,
Still her that I raise above all others,

And in the calmness that she brings,
By the simple touch of her love,
I know forever,
I shall belong to the moon.