I can't tell what is right, what is wrong.

I've never been with love,

The night is very long.

I sit here and think,

Of thoughts that come to me.

I look at the sky where bright stars wink,

And wonder if they can see.

I pause, as if there is a sound,

But it was nothing,

Maybe a leaf falling to the ground.

If these things I wonder,

Are so true,

Then these things I ponder,

Probably will be about you.

I just want to be,

All alone,

To think on these thoughts in me.

I want to set these thoughts free,

From where they were wrought.

I just think about something,

I just think of a thought.