Moonlight Attack. I’m holding her hand but she’s looking away, I’ve run out words that’s I’m willing to say, The hour has ripened, but I’m still so scared, I’m ready to love her, yet so unprepared. The dusky evening is blooming out of sight, The sun is dead, the moon glows alight, A dawn may not be seen by us ever again, But I know it better, so it’s never the same. The lake has never been so silent before, I couldn’t ask for anything more, The stars seemed to bless from the raw leaden sky, The clouds wouldn’t rain till she started to cry. And I embraced her, her skin against mine, And we cried together, for it was the last time, We wouldn’t be there, or maybe worse, One would be waiting in other’s hearse. It so cruel to even imagine a life without her, We remembered the days we were together, But we born alone and we may just die the same, It’s so hard to believe we won’t ever meet again. The moon then glistened in its brightest white, What first seemed beautiful was a fearful sight, The first bullet hit me right in the heart, The flare of the moon, a missile that ripped me apart. The pain was intense, but it didn’t last long, She was right beside me then, but now she’s gone, In heaven I write, but why should I care? What heaven is heaven, when she’s not there?