Walking under the silver moon
My hand feels lonely and cold
I'm not wishing for a mitten,
But another hand to hold

Someone to share this nite with
And smell the fresh, fall air
To feel the cool and gentle wind
As it blows through our hair

Someone to playfully shove
Into the crispy, yellow leaves
That carpet the ground beneath us
And have fallen from the trees

Someone to lie in the grass with
And gaze at the stars above
Wondering how they got there
And how that clutter resembles a dove

Someone to simply smile at
Just because they exist
Someone to share the nite with
And make each moment bliss

Walking under the silver moon
My hand feels lonely and cold
I'm not wishing for a mitten,
But another hand to hold