The moon followed us home,
But my parents said that it couldn’t sleep inside. All the same, I spread the curtains wide And let it’s light fall on my blanket. And every night it came, And every night I spread the curtains wide, Day after day, year after year. Except when it was cloudy And then I was afraid. And on those nights I shut the curtains tight And went to sleep as fast as I could. But always it returned. And through my life It’s followed me, The moon, A faithful friend In times of strife. And when I cannot sleep, I walk beneath it’s loving light And it follows me where e’er I go. The light that doesn’t know How to leave me. Thank you, moon.
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