Wondering if you were ever coming around,
I stood by myself on hallowed ground.
My hope was fading as the moon faded to black,
It was too late in the night for me to go back.
Things were set in stone and left to waste,
my dreams so dearly misplaced.
Looking for every beautiful thing we could see,
wondering why some things just could not be.
Tonight I'm longing for daylight,
waiting for moonshine to give me sight.
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