The Words I Will Speak

We Become Her

The moon is like a mother

The one that nurtures, heals, and births

The tide that pulls the universe in

Into a single point, source of light

And we sit back to watch her work

Watch her pull away with time

Here on earth, we are just witnesses

Viewing from a box, trying to capture it within

We take pictures but they are all fade

Truly never able to capture her likeness

Because she is not meant to be captured

Beauty beyond compare, with silver locks of light

And we all depend on her

It's the longing that keeps us loyal

And when we're near we lose it

Respect it forgotten, but we smile

She's smiles all the time, painfully

Hold us in her grasp just slightly

Her hand guiding us, steering

This way and that one, just like that

One foot in front of the other, and two back

She makes us gain from her loses

We are wealthy, but she is not poor

Just more than we are, sore

All over, head to toe, eye to eye

and she lets go of our hand,

so we can taste freedom, just so

a little bit at a time until we,

We, you and I, become her