My Plea
Silver moon, Oh sacred moon
Cast your healing grace
Don't hide from me
Please hear my plea
Just slid aside
your shroud of clouds
I need your beam's embrace
It is my saving grace
For the earth who spawned me
Incarnate me in the wrong place
And now I'm bind in this monstrosity
Every night you're up there
Sometimes hidden in your veil
But you see how I suffer
from the lashes of my agony
Unload this burden
Reap this grain of soul
through the sharpness
of your crescent scythe
And set it floating
in your heaven's vault
There as a star
you transmute my soul
As I wait for the earth
In planting my spirit
Copyright © Juan Paolo Galua | Year Posted 2010
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