Born on the darkest of nights For the stars hid their eyes from the sight Of an innocent soul born under the bad moon With the universe this child would never be attuned In lifes garden, only pain, misery, and sorrow could bloom From the very beginning this child's life was doomed
The stars wept that night For an atrocity that wasn't right The rain that fell on that child's soul Was meant to comfort and console The star's sweet tears quieted the wish to die That only minutes old has already darkening that child's eye
The child grew up with a messed up childhood Every night the step dad at the child's bedroom door stood That curse of the bad moon Made sure all happiness out of this life was pruned
The child grew up, found love, or so thought Only latter to realize they had been caught The grown child was caged and beaten daily It was the depth of Hell, it almost drove that poor soul crazy
The stars held witness As the winds of change bent and twisted Rushing that soul from one tragedy to another Leaving the child shaking under the covers
The child cried out to that wicked moon "This sorrowful life you gifted me to soon" "I never got to taste the pleasure" "Or lay for a time just in leisure" "You took happiness, the greatest of all treasure"
Everyday the child struggled through What else was there to do But everyday brought new problems the child did it's best to solve them But it was a constant onslaught Being born under the bad moon's sign, only agony was brought
The only relieve was at night, when the star's tears fell It called to the child's soul like a bell On rainy night you can find The child's fragile body and mind Stand out in the pitch dark rain Letting all those starry tears wash away the pain The strain That resides in the heart the brain The star's and the child's tears mix As off the child's fingertips it drips
In the harsh light of day Watch this child sways Watch as the delicate steel soul dances to every blow Taking the lumps of every thing thrown It's hard to believe how strong this child did grow But it's bones are brittle To crush this grown child would take but a little
This child will never out live the moon's tattoo There is nothing about it to do Pushing on Giving the illusion of being strong Over to many problems it stumbled Until the child's soul crumbles Then the soul will rejoin the universe Then and only then, in happiness it will be submerged
So take heed when the next bad moon wanes on high You can hear the stars weep and cry Pray your child isn't born in that night That your child will not have to fight for a life that's unlivable Surrounded in all that is miserable
If you was born under that evil moon If the star's for you cry too Do the best you can do Dance in the rain of tears Through out all of your years In the stars sweet rain It can wash away the pain Letting you feel the illusion of sane