The moon's worn thin,
Succumbed to the pressure.
Her silver dress
Hangs in the sky like a rag.

Her coat, her cloak,
Her cover of darkness,
It fails to hide
The tears that she's cried.
Oh she cries...

But she still shines
Though the night falls around her,
And by her light
I find my way.
When I fear the path laid before me,
I look to the light of her face,
And thank her for being so brave.

The moon remains
In fullness or frailty
A faithful climb,
And I stand amazed at the way

She still shines,
Though the night falls around her.
And by her light
I find my way.
When I fear the path laid before me,
I look to the light of her face,
And thank her for choosing

To shine,
Though the night falls around her,
And by her light,
I find my way.
When I fear the path laid before me,
I look to the light of your face,
And thank you for being so brave.