Moon in my heart

December 12, 2008
By Anonymous

Perched atop the highest hill
In that lonely desert land
The wolf was howling at the sky
Hoping for the moon to hear his cry

It’s night and this poor wolf has lost his way
And now he stands alone and scared
For no light can reach the place
So he keeps on crying
Hoping that the moon will light his way

My written words call for you now
Like the wolf’s most tender cry

To you:
The moon that always lights my heart
Even as it falls on darker times

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