The Moon To the Sun

    There are days when the world doesn’t turn
Where it doesn’t have life and it seems endlessly dark
   
    There are days when death mirrors the illusion of reality
And when the mirror breaks only than can anyone be free

    There are dreams where they tell stories of nightmares
That shows our true selves.

    The sun may shine as brightly as before
But the moon can disappear
The eclipse is a sign that everything is fleeting,
But if one is to get it back, it must make the clouds of despair pass.

    The reflection of our hearts is the reflection of the souls
We are but a mirror to those above us
To those who look down on us and guard the heavens

    We are bound to be the reflection of ‘their’ hearts

    We are but a fleeting existence, we can live and die as an flower might would