As the moon casts it’s light
upon the blue ocean,
I absorb the beauty of the moment.
I am like this ocean,
it turns dark when night comes,
but the moon keeps shining
I need others light to keep me bright,
but I don’t fully understand who’s light
it is that I receive.
The moon doesn’t have it’s own light,
it receives it from the sun.
So when I say I am like the ocean,
I mean I am all alone
with no light of my own.
The sun gives his light to the moon,
but the moon doesn’t give his to the ocean,
the ocean takes it.