Alone she lies waiting. Surrounded by gloom. Invaded by shadows. Painting the room. The light from the window. Cuts through the air. And pins the child lying there. Scared of the moon. She pulls up the covers. And shivers in fright. She hides from the colour. That writes on the light. The light through the window. That lights up the sky. And causes her moanful cry. Scared of the moon. There's nothing wrong. Don't be bothered they said. It's just childish fantasies. Turning your head. No need to worry. It's really too soon. But there she lies shivering. Scared of the moon. Scared of the moon. Scared of the moon. Scared of the moon. Scared of the moon. The years go by swiftly. And soon childhood ends. But life is there fearful. When evening descends. The fear of the child. Still intrude the night. Returning on beams of light. Scared of the moon. The feeling of terror. She felt as a youth. Has turned from a fantasy. Into a truth. The moon is the enemy. Twisting her soul. And taking its fearful tone. Scared of the moon. But now there are others. That sit here alone. And wait for the sunlight. To brighten their gloom. Together they gather. The loners see shade. But knowing just why they're scared. Scared of the moon