amoung the blue moon

with the blue moons relfecction falling upon the rivers surface,

the silence echos for every broken heart can hear it,

our souls sit amoung the empy ground,

the broken hearted and  heartless remain their with out,

that feeling of a love that was once there before,

we look at the ripples in our relfection just as the rain will pour,

to be heartless you must of once had a heart,

with a love so pure until it fell apart,

we fall back to the river because in a way it tends to understand,

when i put my hand out,my reflection is there and give me a hand,

the empry and the hurt tend to come too,

as we ll are at one amoung the blue moon.