Fly little moth fly,
Fly towards the moon that you believe searches for you too.
Fly into its beautiful coaxing light,
And end your suffering in the flickering of the candle light.
Fly little moth like you do every night,
Searching for death from that glorious light you see in the sky.
Burn little moth burn and become the kindling,
the light you yearn for has been dwindling.
