When I gaze up at the moon
I picture you with me.
I see shadows on the moons face looking down at me.
I see us dancing in the moon light.
Spinning and twirling around in circles,
In this very moment until the morning light.
I now that I’m not an angel.
I have done many things wrong.
I repent of my sins.
For I want to go to heaven.
Alas every time I turn around.
I’m dancing with the devil