the day I sang to the moon
that too familiar opiate tune
tonight I'll graciously rest
having that weight taken off my chest

I'll always remember the scent of the night;
the appearance of the moon
so pale, so white

before each dawn i pray
that'll get to live another day
for I'm living like a stray
always being told to go away

in obscurity i walk these isles
my envious heart looks at homes
crumbling hopes, fading smiles

the day I sang to the moon
that too familiar opiate tune
tonight I'll graciously rest
having that weight taken off my chest

written july 30th, 2007