you are my home.

I climbed the clouds to ask the moon about you.

I told her about how kind, how gentle, and how sweet you are.

I tell her how you give people your whole heart, only to be pushed away.

How people don't understand

How people say your heart is too much

How say why are you this way

I tell her how you're only looking for a safe place to hold your heart

 

So, I asked the moon,

what's wrong with giving your whole heart?

what happens to the girl who chose the wrong people?

does she still believe in love?

 

The moon replied.

She said she'd keep an eye on you.

If you look closely, you might see her glancing down at you knowing that she uses my eyes to see.