cold dark moon
i sit in a dark most say i don't need the cold bites at me with a bitter sweet sting rarely do i glimpse light and rarer still dose it chose to stay in my light the moon brings small comfort of times gone by and feelings once shared and now tears to shed what else am i to do but stare at it once i thought it lead me but was i wrong once i thought i was happy... but was i wrong once i thought i herd an echo... but was i wrong i stand now in bitter cold as i look up is it what i think i see or am i wrong