There was a time
When I would have reached up to the stars
And broken off a piece of the moon for you. 
Really and truly,
I would have done it.

And if you'd lost it,
Because you had a hole in your pocket,
Or because you were careless,
I'd have gotten you another piece.

And if you lost that,
If you suddenly found yourself without the moon for a second time,
I'd have done it again.
       
And again,
And again,
And again,
Until there was nothing left.
Nothing left but stars to light the night.

But now,
I assure you,
The moon has nothing to fear from me.
You'll be fine without her,
And me.
You'll be okay.