The moon runs from the sun
In search of me
At night I see the moon running
Quickly hiding behind clouds
Steady pacing to its endless destination
Running away from the sun’s happiness
In search of my sympathy
In search of me

Feeling down from his dark surroundings
Not knowing that he holds a light of his own
Not realizing the sun was there
To bring out his brilliance
Instead, like a sinner, he runs into the darkness
Lost and not knowing where to go
So he’s there every night…
Searching for a way out
But runs away from happiness

Searching for me…