Poems from stesame

I am the moon When the light fades And the world turns a blind eye, I become alive. I show myself to only the darkness, Ane become The soul...
Let me drift away; Away into the unperturbed Blackness of the cold, calm bay. Let me float away; Away on the clouds That carelessly swoon...
The days are coming to a close, The end is finally near, The memories are overflowing With the loves I once held dear; Goodbye crawls...