On nights like this, not so often
She lets her shoulders droop
She serenades the moon with tears
She drops the burden of pretenses
She tramples the earth, blending in
With shadows like good old friends

But when I see her during the day
She smiles to everyone and says
"I'm fine, nothing's the matter"
And she carries on efficiently
As if she were born with such grace
Not because pride forces her so

And I keep spying on her endlessly
Sometimes I feel so sad I wish
I could make her stop all the acts
But I understand it all too well
How emotions can easily fall apart
When your mind ceases to take charge