I Sit at my Window

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I sit at my window,
Watching the Moon
Holding it's secrets
Holding the truth
Of a long forgotten time,
That you won't learn about in books.

I see old memories
That the Moon kept hidden from me.
I listen to their story,
To the song that the Moon sings,
To the secrets it whispers in my ears,
And to the truth of olden days.

I listen to the tale
Of all sorts of things,
Of lost lifes, loves, and friends
Of a war greater then any other war
That destroyed our love, peace and
The most wonderful place there ever was.

I sit at my window
And watch the Moon.
Holding our secrets
Holding our truth
Of our forgotten past
Of our forgotten peace

Of our forgotten lives,
My friends and I.
I sit, watching the Moon.