Untitled

A silver disk, a lighted candle
Shining on to me
Giving me the hope of freedom
So one day I will be free
Solid grey, a rock, a stone
I sit on today
It seems so cold and so forbidding
Not like the moon, my light
The grass is wet, not from my tears
For those do not exist
But inside, my tears are cried
And their my pain persists
I rise from without the grass
I do not want it's lonely touch
And as the wind rustles my hair
I leave my sorrow for just such
As the night which seems so dark
But truly is as light as day
If you watch the shining stars
And listen to the words they say