When someone looks up and admires
The majestic beauty that often gets ignored
Because of its dull and sometimes crimson light
They can see a light that opens
Up a door for more and more
To be revealed and to be loved
One has to be noticed
But then of course
How is it that one can be noticed
When lights have been dimmed around them
It's the inside of one's own struggling heart
That screams like all the rest
For some sort of recognition
And my what a treasure its glorious light can be
If a body only takes some time
To love the moon night by night
And see its beauty in the eyes of eternity
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