It's been a month now,
since I've seen you somehow,
a month so long and slow,
I hope it's not for nothing,
and that I've found the courage
to tell you what I've been feeling deep below.

A month ago, I said goodbye,
no Merry Christmas, just watched you pass by,
and during these quiet nights,
I've written you a thousand ballads under the starlight.

Courage plays like a happy tune,
the melody's been stuck
in my mind for so long,
but when I tried to write it down,
the pain was far too strong.

All the things I hold inside,
become words on paper,
and up in the sky, where the stars all gather,
my song begins to fly.

It flows with the moon,
on lakes of stars,
everything we used to sing,
and even, though it hurts me still,
the song you wrote for her echoes too.