Here I stand alone, proudly as the morning
Sun,
With the weight of love to carry, a load that
Weighs a ton.
I give up on the day, for t'is the moon that
Brings me dreams,
And a photo of you is in my mind, flowing
Like a gentle stream.
Fortune favors the nightly moon, with the
Stars by its side,
But I am the sun, when I rise the nighttime
Dies.
And so your love has been set free, to
Return another night,
And all the love you give to me, feels so
Splendidly right.
