The Moon

(Verse 1) You don’t have to burn to be my light You’re the silver glow in the dead of night. When I’m half-hidden or feeling small You’re the quiet witness to it all. The world is noisy, the day is loud But you’re the silver lining on every cloud. In the repetition of the weeks and months You’re the hand I hold, the peace I want. (Pre-Chorus) It’s a love of phases, a love of change Nothing about us feels cold or strange. The routine is a tide that pulls and flows But the depth of us is all that truly grows. (Chorus) Oh, The Moon, my companion in the dark You’re the gentle pulse, the quiet spark. Through the waxing and the waning years You’re the one who quietens all my fears. Superando tudo, in your own soft way Bringing the stars back into the day. (Verse 2) The spark is a lantern, steady and calm A healing touch, a cooling balm. We don’t need the fire to feel the heat Just the rhythm of our hearts in a slow retreat. You’ve seen my shadows, you’ve seen my craters You’re the bridge between the "now" and the "laters". A love that endures every cycle and spin Always ending where we first begin. (Bridge) (Delicate strings and ethereal choir-like echoes) Reflecting the sun. Holding the tide. With nowhere to run. And nowhere to hide. Just here. Always here. The Moon. (Chorus) Oh, The Moon, my companion in the dark You’re the gentle pulse, the quiet spark. Through the waxing and the waning years You’re the one who quietens all my fears. Superando tudo, in your own soft way Bringing the stars back into the day. (Outro) (Fading into a heartbeat rhythm and soft hum) Goodnight, world. Goodnight, sorrow. The Moon will be here... Tomorrow.