Here she shines
Her light so dim
Threatened by all that she feels
Threatened by meaningless whims
Watch her moon light spill
And filter through the clouds
Watch her twirl and spin
Criticized for being loud.

BUT I HOLD A PRAISE
I HAVE A PLEA
I PLEADGE A CASE
I PLEDGE AT HER MOONLIGHT
THAT SHES NEVER MEANT TO HURT
LOOK AT HER PLEASE
A PRECIOUS BEING FULL OF MIRTH.

Yet those who dwell on earth
Are oblivious to so
Amd those living on the stars
Turn their backs and away they go
So none but her sun
Can see past the blinding moonlight glow
But she will never reach the sun
In circles do they go.

And now come her tears
Ever do they flow
And now breaks this promise
A sullen, sunken hope.