The moonlight shines through the window,
The cold wind blows the curtain,
Breaking the silence of the restless night.
I stare far away into the dark,
Trying to look so hard,
For something that is not to be found.
Where do people go when they leave?
Are they still out there somewhere,
While all we do is grieve?
Will we ever know,
About something that is kept untold?
What is there but the cold in the depth of darkness?
And will they hear us from here,
In the night where all is still and quiet?
Or they just disappear into nothingness?
All I know is that they are with me still,
In my heart and soul,
All because I can never let them go.