I really shouldn't blame her,
She's doing what is right,
I'm stuck here beneath the dirt,
And she's high up in the sky,
She hears my luring whispers,
She turns away firm,
And I, as though in hell,
Feel shackled and burned,
I should do as she does,
But my heart is too-

Foolish,

I can't turn away,
I run to her everyday,
I dream of her at night,
And even as I'm wide awake,
Her presence haunts me,
Her essence has engulfed me,
But she doesn't think of me the same,
If her and i fail,
I'm sure she'll love again.

There's a fish in my hands,
Around does he swim,
Circle after circle,
A race he'll never win,

He does not dream of leaving my hands,
As he's never seen the ocean,
So Around he swims,
In an ongoing motion,

But eventually my hands grow tired,
And shelter him I can no more,
And so I uncup my hands,
And away does he soar.

Write, Radwa, write,
Read, Radwa, read,
Solve for X,
Listen to thee,
Your highest is decreasing,
Pile on the work,
With paper and pen,
How can I think at all,
I've lost all common sense,
My skull has gone thick,
Expected to thrive,
Tick, Radwa, tick,
You're losing your time.

How many have sacrificed,
For you to stand tall,
How many have prayed,
That you give it your all?

But someone else is better,
I've got nothing else to offer,
I'm not skilled for anything else.

Knowledge, Radwa, knowledge,
Use it to propel,
But those with whom I compete,
Are skilled with talented feats.

I've got nothing but my mind,
Nothing to set me free.

Here she shines,
Again and once more
Her moonlight has traveled,
And knocked on my door,
I watch her through my window,
I dream of her as I sleep,
But a part of me wishes,
She was right here with me.

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.