“Lunar Festivities”
The sun dries tears from your sun-kissed cheeks
as butterflies dance to warm up their wings
waiting to be fed by the blooming of spring
Flowers rooting deep into soil of decay
death and rebirth are one in the same
Stretching toward a hope
as quiet as the moon
So you whisper it softly
in case it doesn’t come true
Within her light is a sigh to release
the stress of all you’re taught and told to be
She’ll hold you hurting
she’ll hold you dear
she’ll let you feel all of your darkest fears
Soon you’ll be willing to step into and face
our beautiful, terrifying world, of eternal change
The sun dries tears from your sun-kissed cheeks
as butterflies dance to warm up their wings
waiting to be fed by the blooming of spring
Flowers rooting deep into soil of decay
death and rebirth are one in the same
Stretching toward a hope
as quiet as the moon
So you whisper it softly
in case it doesn’t come true
Within her light is a sigh to release
the stress of all you’re taught and told to be
She’ll hold you hurting
she’ll hold you dear
she’ll let you feel all of your darkest fears
Soon you’ll be willing to step into and face
our beautiful, terrifying world, of eternal change
