• Behind the shadows I creep,
    Dark eyes observing,
    What the moon's pale gaze,
    Holds in it's warm embrace.
    Beneath starry skies,
    and forbidden dreams,
    I watch and learn,
    Your silent, sobbing frame
    Caught in bouts of pain
    But no blood runs
    Save your crimson tears.
    Why is it you cry?
    A friend now far away?
    A relative gone now to the grave?
    A love now no more?
    What is it,
    That brings these bloody tears
    That so marr your cheeks
    And stain your clothe's?
    Surely it must be great,
    For never have I seen
    Such sentiment in pools of tears.
    I call gently your name,
    To see you start and stare.
    "Who's there?"
    I step free of the shadows
    And move to comfort you,
    To ask why you cry.
    But I can see the answer
    Reflected in your eyes,
    is me.
    I pick you up,
    And squeese you tight
    And wonder why
    You would cry, for a wretch like me?