Epigraph

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Be that sun, or be that moon,
the shadows refuse to fade away.
Be that sun, or be that moon,
they can't heal the scars that still remain.

They dragged me where darkness blooms,
twisted my soul in silent rooms,
turned my being to a puppet of fate
and used my heart to build a throne ornate.

Be my sun or be my moon,
light me up before I'm consumed.
I try to scream but my voice won't spill
a prisoner of someone's will.

Be that sun, or be that moon,
the shadows refuse to fade away.
Be my sun, don't be my moon,
to the light we go, to the warmth of day

TO THE LIGHT ── s. rogers [editing]Where stories live. Discover now