Moons of Mars

I am still here you walked past me Sunday a disguise of rags, alcohol and smokey haze I could see the sadness burn your eyes in the cold I'll keep coming back and I'll watch you grow old I've visited several times since that day Inside that strangers laugh greeting your playful way There is nothing more crushing than babies with wings but please listen close, through the hill's silence I sing Stop feeling guilty when you smile, when you laugh It's OK to move on, you can't always look back Through moons of Mars together we breathe Live your life to the fullest I'll be there when you leave