The moon is a wonderful creature
The stars are amazing in their culture
Twinkling, the moon and the stars keep the night alive
A story believed without being seen.
Darkness, a friend I have
And plead flees if I have luck,
For it has my heart consumed
Making me seem a follower
to no clock…
When shall I see the sky bright
What shall bring me to the light
When the sun that makes every day hot
Have I never seen shining bright.
Nature! They say it is destiny,
Is it mine to stay in always with
frowned face?
Trying to smile, I feel I might get no change
Like this, is being under a cage
going to change?
