This is the moon, the light in the darkness
Shining to those only willing to look up
To let their face be illuminated by her touch

But instead it is simply a simple
A mundane thing to always be abused
For what it has to offer
Not what it gives, what it shows

But finally, young dreamer looks
Looks just to find a simple curve
But there shines a crescent
a crown of beauty, of splendor
So he smirks, knowing he has found his wonder