She'd looked at the moon that night
As if she’d somehow find
Some soothing of the mysteries
That ate at her inside.
But all she met was silver light
And silence, soft and slow,
That spoke of fear and suffering
Of now, of long ago.
And all that blood, and all that black,
Seeped into her heart,
Until she could not even tell
Their pain and hers apart.
And sinking to her knees she felt
She could no longer hide
The lies and all the secrets kept
In shame so deep inside.
She lay upon a trembling earth
And let it's beating flow
Into each cold and frightened vein
And let the fighting go
Into a prayer for love, for hope,
For strength to never part
This pain and joy of feeling that
Both healed and crushed her heart.
Both healed and crushed her heart.