The Moon

I come out into the dark, dark night
I feel the cool breeze that hugs me tight
I walk out and see teh pure moon
I feel its power that will come to me soon

  The breeze of the night, it comes and it goes
It's like a breath of life, and goes down to my toes
The breeze blows through my hair and on my face
I see the leaves dance on the trees at their own pace

I have power I yet not know of
I have pwer and what seems like tons and tons of love
I feel the power rush through my veins
All this power is what makes me sane

What is the source of all this power?
Surprisinly, I don't seem to cower
Why did all this power choose me
Is it telling me who or what I'm to be

The world has put its weight on me
But I feel as though it was meant to be
The moon and the breeze keep me
It make makes me feel new and free

The moon shines bright
and gives off its energy and light