Stigma of the Moon
Planetariums freaked me out
The way those stars together found
Each other in a vast, embedded sky
Time to turn a table now
Let us see what's underground
And feel the beating core that's asking why
Did I fear control?
Did I hate the fact that tides were moved along
By one of those orbiting emotions in that dome?
I had a stigma of the moon
So bad, I'd hide myself from view
Each crescent cut me deep
My open eyes could not stop sleep from
Pouring through
Craters in the words I heard
Brought me comfort here on earth
In growing trees, I felt the ease
You took from me stability
And how much do I owe
This planetary growth
That kept me safe from hesitation
But set me free when it needed to?
I had a stigma of the moon
So bad, I'd hide myself from view
Each crescent cut me deep
My open eyes could not stop sleep from
Pouring through
I can't believe
I couldn't even
Have a single tapestry
With such a shame
No waxed or waned
Emotion could have kept me sane, so
I had a stigma of the moon
So bad, I'd hide myself from view
Each crescent cut me deep,
But now with eyes open, I see
That feeling that was looming
Now illuminates every part of me
The way those stars together found
Each other in a vast, embedded sky
Time to turn a table now
Let us see what's underground
And feel the beating core that's asking why
Did I fear control?
Did I hate the fact that tides were moved along
By one of those orbiting emotions in that dome?
I had a stigma of the moon
So bad, I'd hide myself from view
Each crescent cut me deep
My open eyes could not stop sleep from
Pouring through
Craters in the words I heard
Brought me comfort here on earth
In growing trees, I felt the ease
You took from me stability
And how much do I owe
This planetary growth
That kept me safe from hesitation
But set me free when it needed to?
I had a stigma of the moon
So bad, I'd hide myself from view
Each crescent cut me deep
My open eyes could not stop sleep from
Pouring through
I can't believe
I couldn't even
Have a single tapestry
With such a shame
No waxed or waned
Emotion could have kept me sane, so
I had a stigma of the moon
So bad, I'd hide myself from view
Each crescent cut me deep,
But now with eyes open, I see
That feeling that was looming
Now illuminates every part of me
Credits
Writer(s): Francis Diez
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