Alone, the night too black -- did a tear grace my upturned face? or the mistake of a passing cloud. Forgetful, I wander through memories of friends, loves, joys gone by; but the night is so cold, and morning far away... Questions hurt, too sore questions, rubbing raw at my heart's cage; then a new moon rises, invisible, yet powerfully fey; But strength finds no home in me, no hope! A sigh is all I have left to give as the night's wind carries my last tear away.