When the moon rises from the hilltops
Like a firefly in a pitch black sky
Not a soul is heard
A family
Sit on the edge of earth
With a sight to leave you speechless
They dared not tell anyone
For it will be taken
By a thing named doubt
When the moon rises from the hilltops
Like a firefly in a pitch black sky
Not a soul is heard
A family
Sit on the edge of earth
With a sight to leave you speechless
They dared not tell anyone
For it will be taken
By a thing named doubt