Not for you are the lonely nights
Nor the chills of the dark.
And not for you are the tears
That bleed from a broken heart.
Not for you are echoes
The whispers of the lost.

These lonely distant stars
still hold their promise,
for you.
These empty sheets
Remain warm for you.
This smile may show on your lips
But it began in your eyes.

Not for you is the tear stained pillow,
Nor the desperate longing.
And the moon is still a dream for you
Not yet discovered.
Not for you are the sleepless nights
Nor the nightmares of the day.

Happiness is your shadow
And hope guides your way.
Not for you is my bleeding heart,
That hangs upon my sleeve.

The stars are just a mockery,
And the moon a bully.
My nights are full of madness,
Of loneliness and misery.
Hope abandoned me for Happiness
Together they eloped.

Not for me is the blissful slumber,
And frivolity of a happy heart.
There is no hope for me
All is lost.

But not for you  ...