Just something.

Concealed when the Earth turned its back.

The boy stared out into the darkness ahead.

Trapped by a velvet blanket of roars,

Blinded by the stage's piercing lights.

Some said he was the moon.

One half illuminated by the sun,

The other hidden.

But the boy with no voice,

Had a roar.

From darkness he emerged

Into the beaming rays,

Bouncing off him

Showing his radiance.

He stared into the darkness ahead.

The lights did not blind him,

Within the dark he saw lights too.

Thousands of stars,

Echoing his name.

The boy came out of his shell,

Proving to the world,

He was a jewel.

After all he wasn't the moon,

He was the sun,

Always shining

Simply concealed when the world turned it's back.