The moon so high in the sky
Can you see it? Am I too late?
Have you fallen too far?
Away from my grasp, away from grace?
If I called out to you, would you hear me call your name?
Are you subject to the fate, you did indeed create?
Have I been blind to your actions and deaf to your pleas?
You started to slip away, falling freely.
I suppose it is blame to us both
As you left me, I turned my back to you
Leaving you to be.
Written by Tammy Lee
September 5, 2003