Moonlit Sky

My dear angel from up above,
shinning down on me with the endless flow of joy and love,

There are nights i find myself starin' at the moonlit sky,
just to ponder all my why's,

As these things fill up inside my head,
different thoughts i never knew i had,

Most of the time i find myself stuck,
thinking of a certain question that seems to mock,

Is there someone starin up at the bright moonlit sky?
pondering the same thoughts as mine,

Searching for answers beneath the stars,
for someone, somewhere afar,

Lonely, desperate, happy or contented that person maybe,
Is he the same, then why should he?

Breaking the silence,
like unlocking a code,

Does life should be treated as a nuisance?
or just a books chapter waiting to be written?