• You hide from us in the day,
    But lit up with such light at night.

    A light that is gentle,
    Yet far way from us.

    You listen to our secrets, our hopes, our dreams
    Not revealing it to another.

    Your light gently shone there.

    But we can never reach you,
    True that few may have,
    But they don’t see the real you.

    We don’t see the real you,
    Not see your pain, your true self,
    I don’t think we ever will.

    You softly and gently shine up there,
    Seeing everything, every pain,
    Seeing the harsh truth of the world,
    But cannot do or say anything.

    We can only gaze at you,
    And tell you of our emotions,
    Our hopes, our fear, our dreams.

    Only that we cannot not do the same for you in return.

    You who give us light in the night,
    Giving us our hopes, and dreams,
    And keeping it alive.

    You who listen to our pain, happiness, hopes and dreams.

    You who gently shone there.

    You who guide us with gentle light.

    Do you know who you are?

    You Are The Moon.