She has a hand of reasons to lose him   He liberates her often hidden smile   She buried trust faded away   He swallowed any promises they made      Darkness to weave its silent track   Stars decorate a shroud of black   Night closed the door on a fertile mind   And captured the light that the day worked so hard to provide      Vibrant golden hues   Melt into morning's hurried bloom   Whisper the secrets from night to day   Bird announces the dawning and fills it with praise      And the wound slowly heals   Voices inferior   Voices inferior   And the wound slowly heals      Moon, raise your head   From a soft horizon bead   Shine on a thirsty ground   Merciless sun steals the water for the sky to drown