I'm at the brink of falling,
Into the abyss;
Mister, would I be
Missed?

It seems that the moon glows for me,
For it knows that only at night,
I can see.

Is it my friend,
Mister?
The moon up in the sky?
It's always been by my side.

Bright days, sun rays,
They hurt my eyes;
The people that move during such times,
Only ever want me to die.

I can call the moon my friend,
Right?
Will he back-stab me,
In the end?

I only see during dark hours,
Mister,
I don't have much power.

Is he my friend?
The glowing orb up high?
I sure hope that he'll always
Be by my side.