There she lies in the sky observing the land below
Moving slowly not by her own force, not by her own will
She is locked in a cycle, a repeating cycle
But she can't always be sadly forgotten, as the cycle repeats again
So every night she sneaks away only to the ocean's edge.
And she smiles to herself as the sun sets washing away the day
And for a few precious moments, a glimpse of happiness is hers once more