Glorious moon
Of radiant beauty,
I come to ask my questions
In your presence.
I have a longing for mercy,
For peace,
But tend to forget
The reasons why.
I come to ask my reason for being.
For feeling,
For living.
Why this stress is harming me so.
I come to ask for silence,
To deafen pain,
Defeat worries.
Stop rain.
In innocence I search the skies
To find the truths within the lies.
