A white shape flits across the sky
There is no moon tonight but him
I wonder how he does it, how he goes on
Day by day, with the life he hides
Sometimes it bleeds through shortly
For a moment, his jovial façade slips
Replaced by a weary and exhausted look
A white phantom, silent in the darkness
Bright, but still a shadow, only a copy
Like the wind he rides, the magic he uses
He can't be tamed, a free spirit
I wish I could be the one to catch him
It is only a fleeting hope, though
Because if I did he would fade away like the sun
The moonlight is his domain, the darkness mine
But still, for a bit, I wish I could fly with him