For a long time I looked to you for guidance,
To feel connected to those I cared for.
After all we all share the same moon,
We all see the same stars.
Unfortunately now though..
I can't look at you.
I have to sever those ties.
You are now a symbol of hate.
Oh beautiful moon...
How I miss being able to look up and howl.
Oh how you made me smile.
Now the only noise heard is sobbing.
Sobbing from unfinished business.
Business that will forever stay that way.
So please stay cloudy.
Please don't let me see the night sky.