The moon and I are one in the same.
In its stand still in beauty.
And as for me a picture in a frame.
Alone it stays away from the stars.
As for I, Amongst so many of like kind.
Yet, oh how I remain so far.
In times of dark it fades away.
As for I, I create barricades.
In times of light it shines oh so bright.
Like my joy gleams in midnight.
