I’m a little bit made of the moon
We are both soaked in the blood
From the life far from us
But close enough to witness

While usually reflecting
What’s thrown at us by the more
Light hearted
We often shade away in our own
Darkness
Of which there are sides
We will never show

Troubled like a cried eye
Or festively drunk on wine
The moon and I are always
One and the same it seems