When the sun goes to rest each day
slipping below the covers of the horizon
the darkness takes its place.
I am the moon, surrounded
by the night sky.
The darkness encircles me,
it is all I see on a cloudy night.
As the sun retires
from a long day of work
it takes away the light
that makes my life so bright.
At night there it is just I in the sky
fighting to make it through the darkest
I will reach the other side,
the sun will come up, it will shine
and my happiness will win this