Do you think of me when you look at the moon
When you marvel at it's fullness and beauty,
Do you feel my absence?
Is my memory etched into your soul like you promised it would be?
For eternity?
Do you think of me when you look at the moon
When you marvel at it's fullness and beauty,
Do you feel my absence?
Is my memory etched into your soul like you promised it would be?
For eternity?