the sadness in life can only be eclipsed by the perception of ones family of you. Beauty of life, of freedom, dies as I think about it. In someones eyes, the moon shines so brightly upon this darkend night lake. It burns so sadly in the flame of that candle.
and as I walk past lands, the moon weighs heavy on me, the candle in my pocket burns me – yet I continue to carry the moon in my eye and I hold the candle that I lit so long ago. For they are my burden, freedom and my happiness.
In someones eyes, the moon shines so brightly upon this darkend night lake, until morning.