I still remember those lonely nights,
when the moon kept crying in front of me,
bathing me in tears of silence.

Those lonely nights where I saw my truths,
when I felt the weight of her judging me,
and her moonlight met my dark desires.

I hated those cold, starless nights,
when I felt small and had no choice,
but to face my fears and my inner voice.

I was ashamed of the things I'd done,
just hoping for the sun to show.
'Cause in his light resides my hope,
of better things yet to come.

And when they do, I'll be absolved,
and all the Stars will cry "behold,
the man whom the moon no grudge against holds,
the man whom the moon won't shed tears for"