nights song for the longing heart

In the night sky I see a thousand little lights, lighting up the night sky a thousand words that is not bing spoken, thick whit memorys screaming to me remembered only soles is the dreams of children building ceaseless filed whit dreams. Beautiful dreams that could make even the coldest heart bloom. Joyful joyful days but only a dream away. Oh recluse heart give a way to spring mornings filled whit bright sunny days fulld whit laughed of children playing and sweet scented nights whit lovers whispering sweet sweet nothings in one another''s ears. Oh blessed moon hear the longing hearts cry, and smile on them whit hope and passions to send the misery on its way forgotten for another rainy day . . .