Each night when I go outside and I look up at the stars I'm in awe. How wonderous and majestic the beauty of creation.
I hear the words of my mother singing a nursery rhyme.
I see the moon, the moon sees me... the moon sees somebody I wanna see. God-bless the moon, God-bless me, God-bless somebody I wanna see.
Even though mom's passed away, I see her everyday.