Embracing the Moon's Glow

Sitting on the roof,
The moon gleams brightly,
And again my thoughts come out,
As specters that haunt me.
And It's ok,
Its ok,
They are just thoughts.

Nothing eases the pain anymore,
So I can't help but weep.
My only comfort now
is from the moon.
And its gentle light.
And It's ok,
Its ok,
They are just thoughts.