As I feel the shame of my nasty habits hanging by my flesh
A crescent moon in the sky appears
She may not be the hope in a God far away
Or the expectation of a God yet to come
But like the smile on a slobbering dog's face
She finds the place within my heart that is
still voided by manmade pleasure
When everything else falls into darkness
This symbol of Dian is the best we have
To brighten spirits weighed heavy by their
problems.
These works of the Creator are his to show
us that sobriety is possible, if though a lifelong process.