As a child we see light in darkness
And all pain seems so mild
We haven’t yet built our fortress
Why would the moon need walls ?
Are the stars mean?
As a child we cry each time we fall
Because its all the pain we've seen
But as we grow older
We become numb
Our hearts seem to grow colder
We were life’s rising moon
But now
We’re just the dark sky
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
As a child we see light in darkness
And all pain seems so mild
We haven’t yet built our fortress
Why would the moon need walls ?
Are the stars mean?
As a child we cry each time we fall
Because its all the pain we've seen
But as we grow older
We become numb
Our hearts seem to grow colder
We were life’s rising moon
But now
We’re just the dark sky
