with only a ladder to the moon it barely touches;
I try still to look at the glitters in the sky,
but my night has turned dark again
the star has been robbed of its distant limelight.
I light a candle,
but the wind blows so strong tonight.
The little flicker of dancing light,
robbed of its joy by the invisible force,
force so strong,
yet I see not with my desperate gaze.
Then drops of tears that trickle down my facade,
I feel the warmth so real at first.
But the sky decides to cry tonight
—cry cold tears that envelop mine,
telling me I'm a phony
for trying to shed the warmth I thought I had.