maybe it's just me, looking at the night sky,
once filled with life, the streets are now dead,
once my heart was full of light, but I can't find it anywhere.
now is when I think of all that life could be,
could have been, if you were still here with me.
hopeless, I stare at the moon,
in its shine I finally feel at home,
lonely, still, but at least not alone,
dwelling on how this is my life's worth.