i drink the dark and eat the light
for i am the moon's only child.

she caressed me like a mother would
and shone her light
for me to read books i should.

the horse neighs
the dog barks..
the sweet sound
i hear are of that
the lost lark's.

but the sunlight
and the warm bright
i cannot resist.

maybe, just maybe
i'ts because i don't exist.