Late at night, she sneaks up to the roof,
With quite steps and steady hand,
She makes her way to the quiet place,
Her favorite time of the day.
Nobody knows, asleep,
Just up to gaze the stars,
Despair, impossible to find more than few,
Moon is the favorite of all her display.
Half, full or crescent,
Its always there for her. Tracking it everyday.
She loves them all,
The silence, the calm,
the wind in her hair, the smoothness of breath,
sweetness of air, perfect getaway.
It's hard not to fall in love,
She can think, feel, be whoever she want,
Thinking she is powerful enough,
She is at peace, the most,
It's hard not to come back again,
Its hard not to pray.
She tells her God, thank you,
She pray for the one who is still a mystery,
She loves him without even seeing him, anyway.
She wait for him,
He is out there somewhere.
Looking for her, she likes to think,
Hope,
Time at the roof just fly away.
She promise herself to come again,
This is the secret she hides,
This dark dark night keeps her secret within.