A Moonchild lives, loves, and respects luminescence A Moonchild walks in the darkness illuminated A sun is rejected for its abundance, flamboyance, and routinelly For no man can see all with or without his help Therefor it is disrespectful to portray light to all corners of the earth A Moonchild enjoys metallics Shinies, Golds, Silvers, Chromes They are the night ores They are sacred as they to shine through the night To find when all hope is lost To function when the controls are broke To hold tight when grip is weak To love even in the spirit of death To laugh in mad confusion A Moonchild searches for peace where questions abound A sun has none for peace and questions are lost A sun is set in stone archaic yet pristine Small in mind, tone, and restraint Instead of love and seek A sun hates the unknown The Moonchildren are few Most have lost their way The road ahead is long The path destroyed There are no more leaders to follow In this seemingly eternal darkness A Moonchild shines brightest
