• The moon is white,
    the stars shine bright.
    As I make a wish,
    I hold on tight.
    Feeling the wind,
    blowing through my hair,
    as I wait in silence,
    just standing there.
    I then look up
    and try to smile.
    As I hope one day,
    it would fly higher and higher.
    The souls of others,
    to reach the sky,
    to them we say nothing,
    but only goodbye.