Bright Eyes

And when my soul hurts,
I go in my room at night,
turn off every light and raise the window blinds,
so that the moon we're both under can see me.
I crawl in my bed, silently,
put my arms around myself,
lye on my stomach and bury my face in my pillow.
And it's there that I pray,
harder than I ever have
that I will see his bright eyes, lighting the dark in my mind.