From the Moon
When I was small, just a young soul,
I was spoon-fed stories
of becoming whole.
Of sisters and brothers,
fathers and mothers,
and princes who appear when you sing.
A promise of everything...
I found myself dreaming by day,
more than the other children at play.
I dreamed of a life so full, so pure.
I dreamed of a love
that would always endure...
Away in my mind.
I danced. I sang.
A soft ache in my chest
when the church bells rang.
I cared not
for what others would say.
I carried on
in my peculiar way.
I made myself to be,
Everything a prince could want from me.
Where is he?
Here I am now,
alone on the moon.
My life not a fairy tale,
but a furious typhoon.
And all I can do
is continue to sing.
Sing of love,
Sing of loss,
Sing of everything...
