Mother hen-
Lead the way
Tell me when-
And where to stay.

I need a guide-
Through my life
A place to hide-
No more strife

Mother hen-
I'm sorry I lied
Fault of men-
I just can't cry.

I always thought we were the perfect match.
But matches are meant
                                   to ignite
                                         and burn out.

The beasts haunted her endlessly
And was driven to the brink of insanity
All she wanted was to be free
Thus, she succumbed to the tragedy.
Dead was her body
But alive were her memories
On the rocky soil and barren land,
Her tameless spirit couldn't rest.
Perhaps, she found her home
In this rugged, desolate place
There bloomed a tiny blossom
Dancing with a gentle grace.
She had became a little wildflower
Free from the constraints of society,
Breathing the woody breeze of summer
And finally felt the gratifying tranquillity.

Her soul is bleeding,
her colors are fading;
instead of becoming nothing,
she chose to give away her everything.

And so...

The world around her
suddenly turned brighter,
and there she was
slowly becoming duller.

The pain was unbearable
yet she silently endured it all,
she held the brush in her hand
and painted until the end.

v.
Fare thee well, little one!
My reign has ended; and his had began.
I will now fade away and concede
For now, I am going to sleep
Coz it's time for the Sun to regain his throne
And another day for me to be alone.

To the west, I slowly vanished from the sky
What time is it? It's time to say goodbye.

iv.
My light will never be as bright
Like the Sun that blinds the sight
And that's the only thing I could offer
So you won't feel alone & forlornly suffer.

For I am only the Moon
That gives off gentle light,
Hoping it would warm your lonely heart.

I am the Moon
And I will never be like the Sun
I cannot give the things that he can.