My only friend is the man in the moon,
I hope to fly away and be with him soon.
Soaring away on my cloud fluffed pillow,
Swaying in the wind like a lonely willow.
High above the clouds no worry in the world,
My soul finally freed, it starts to unfurl.
Staring at the stars with my heart filled with sorrow,
Knowing this is only a dream, and I shall return to reality tomorrow.
Sitting on my window is a tiny picture frame,
Of my only sacred pleasure, when I'm singing in the rain.