Moonchild



They say I made the moon

Everything was in the dark

No memories at all

Just a tiny freezing wind in my back

As I was sitting there

Singing a song they had never heard before

Suddenly, a voice told me

"Keep on singing, little boy

And raise your arms in the big black sky

Raise your arms the highest you can

So the whole universe will glow"


My first vision was a bush growing down the river

And I couldn't stop crying

Something was missing

I realized I was in love with a voice

I called it, again, and again

But all I heard was the echo in the light



Moonchild___M83


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