A prism of the pale moonlight
I am kept with in a prism of the pale moonlight
The Stars I count, a daunting might
I grasps my dreams to my heart like a
Lark, in the quiet night.
Whispers around me call to say, "There is no
Other way, child. Go back to bed and lay
these dreams down instead".
Trembling hands and cool midnight leaves me in a fright.
However, I do not lay down my head. Because, I am a fighter and
a dreamer instead, go back voices from where you came and
never return from another light filled day