By the light of the moon the brightest light can’t be seen
And I feel as though I’ve fallen into your dream
In the darkest hour of the day
Your light shows me the way
It’s the things you cast your light upon
That has me feeling drawn
Not by desire
It’s not that kind of fire
This burning within
Has nothing to do with any kind of sin
It’s not romance
It’s not the kind of dance
It’s the inspiration of a muse
To an artist feeling confused
Looking for direction
After careful introspection
As in days of old
A muse can neither be bought or sold
Whether she be goddess or queen
Her inspiration never obscene
She is not one
She is not won
She has many faces and each inspire
The artist to burn with that inner fire
To let it come forth from within
To never let it be about any kind of sin
It’s not his heart that drives this fire
It’s his mind that she inspires
She has no name
She plays no game
She is the moon on any given night
She that I could never fight
It’s all of thee
That could be she
As it is always been she
That is all of thee
That has brought out my best any given day
Inspiring me to bring it from within in every way