I wish I meet the moon again
to tell him what the sun did to me.
My heart is alone, and my hands shakes.
Walls behind the walls, and my eyes
disappears while hiding behind the windows
Who allowed the Sun to control us?
Will we ever achieve our safe nights?
I wish the moon knocks on my door again
to let it be a new moment of hope.
How will the nights return?
My fear, Stands between me and my
freedom and the moonlight.
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