Crying out to the Moon
almost a loon. Waiting for the morning light that comes too soon.
But the sunshine smiles
and it warms my soul filling the darkness and making me whole.
but the moon is never dull, and neither is life. Trudging on despite all the strife.
It cries for me and sees my tears, It listens to all my fears.
It knows the pain inside my years.
Of pasts gone by forever changed, often times making one seem deranged. Howling.
Knowing i’d never be the same, And that if I could be, I'd forever be lame.
But these tears are also filled with joy,
for when i live in the simple moment
I can laugh so hard my tears are heaven sent.
Even if my life has always been hellbent.
Crying Moon knows when life is real,  Crying moon teaches me how to feel.
the dreams I live are all revealed, No longer stuck inside or sealed. 
Happy smiles and gasps for air,
as tears fall in joy and despair. The good always outweighs the bad. 
The happy always outweighing the sad. 
this life is real but so are these dreams, the ones that have me on the edge of my seat bursting at the seams.
The moonlight has a beautiful gleam,  I'm no longer a lone wolf. 
And even in the darkness everything is as it seems. 

Step into the morning light, And bask in the beautiful sights. 

You are their sunshine, even if it has never felt that way, You have words to say. And they'll listen. Just step out into the light and let yourself glisten.