We see her sitting there
With long and flowing hair
Upon that lonely park bench
Crying silently for care…

She searched for love and found it;
She gave her heart and soul.
He stole it from her;
He took it all,
And gave nothing in return.
He ripped her to shreds,
And left her for dead
Upon that lonely park bench
Crying with what was left—

The moon shines upon her face;
A sliver of hope
In a night of dread—

Heart torn apart;
Nothing left to lose;
She looks up to the sky,
And realizes she wont die,
For she sees in the moonlight,
That life will be all right;
That with time she will heal;
Her heart will mend;
She will feel;
One day in the future—
An idea so unreal—

So for now she shall sit
Alone in the moonlight
Hoping that one day
She will be able to leave
The Night…