September 23, 2014

Last Chance


Late at night
sleep can't find me,
the moon is looking
everywhere.

We're all naked
under the stars;
she wants to take us
unaware.

We lie awake,
afraid to sleep;
we pray for love,
it's only fair.

The passing moon 
is our last chance
to rise above.

She's setting now,
to leave us here,
without a care.