Wasting Time

Under moon and stars,
being this way we are,
time is flying by,
and we havent noticed the sky.
Under moon and stars,
peace has traveled afar,
we only notice the pain,
as we're taking the night in vain.
We use the darkness to cover tears,
an easy place to hide all fears.
Under moon and stars,
there is no joy in this way we are.
We turn our backs on the night,
we love not the moons soft light,
and ignore the stars shining bright.
Where Im am and where u are too,
night is lost and untrue.
Under moon and stars,
I hate the way we are.
Time is passing by,
we still have yet to see the sky.
And the moon will run away,
soon it will be day.
The eternal sun will blind,
and be there always to remind:
we wasted the night,
when the stars were most bright.