When I lived in his Kingdom of dust
He would rule over us like a tyrant
In the absence of words
I would whisper away to my self
Saying prayers for and end
Or simply pretend to be sleeping
And the palms of my hands read stranger than fiction
Each trace of memory gagged and bound
And left to drown it's always too soon
Each ray of sunlight broke this dream
But it's not what it seems
It's only the moon
Unlike children at play
No one dare stain the silence with laughter
As if winter descends
On the great expectation of hope
I would dream of a world
I could merely erase with my fingers
And the palms of my hands read stranger than fiction
Each trace of memory gagged and bound
And left to drown it's always too soon
Each ray of sunlight broke this dream
But it's not what it seems
It's only the moon