Gift of You
One time in the saddest night
I saw the moon in silver gray
My soul travels, feeling out of sight
Of memories, come what may
I saw the moon in silver gray
My soul travels, feeling out of sight
Of memories, come what may
A coldest touch of Heaven
From whistling wind upon my face
A silver token was given
Of shining stars, full of grace
But why of these tears that flows
“Why am I crying?” I sigh
Upon this eye tears keep on flowing
Reminiscing of those memoirs, I start to cry
In the darkest moment of the night
I felt your warm hand upon my back
I turn and saw a dazzling light
Upon my face, a touch of luck
The past years seems so bad
I always cry and tried so hard
But every time I saw no view
I just look back and feel the gift of you
