I reached for the stars,
And I think I may have reached too far.
The stars, they blistered and scorched my hands,
While I was just trying to understand
Of why in the first place I was there;
Up in space throwing a glare
at the moon.
The moon who shun a godly, divine light,
And at night
Who was so bright, white,
Space who was dark, and as dim as my soul:
The colour of ash and coal.
I was just trying to obtain a ****** goal
That I had.
And the moon was white, and the space was black.
The stars were gold and I had my back
Towards the earth.
But the gold stars and the white moon were not all that
When they brought down an evil wrath
So the sun, who I actually feared,
Cradled and held me near.
Rocked me from side to side and called me dear.
Circled the earth and formed a year
To teach me that looks can be deceiving,
And can lead to infinte internall bleeding.