Good night, good bye and may nobody understand this.

"The bitter cold under the midnight moon,
nips at the tears in her eyes.
A familiar friend sits in the palm of her hand. The only comfort in the lonely night.
It beckons and pleads, "just one more time.""
Will it be the last time she'll ever need?
A soft voice echoes in the black hills.
Was it the wind's whistle of the leaves?
Or a chorus of wild dogs ready to feed?
It fell on deaf ears of those sworn to love you.
Never again, will they hear it's sweet melody.
Now taken up by a divine light, eloped in a love you can't see.
And as the morning rises, seasons change, once was a voice of pain fades to a voice of peace. "