High in the night sky, the crying moon describes
A forgotten and lonely past
Dotted with anger and splashed with sentiment
Now embracing your rising caste

Here is your swan song
Cut your desires and spit at their feet
You'll never see this through
Moments admired by selfish defeat, for far too long

Though the earth shudders at it own waves
Inescapable
Relentlessly beating in vigor with empty shells of fate
But remember you will not last

I too have chased the stars
To escape a forgotten and lonely past
However you hear this, I fare thee well to the end
But your demons, they will outlast