My therapist is the moon
She keeps me in my place
Unlike the Sun up in the sky
I can see her gentle face
The sun it warms my bones
Its blue sky brings me cheer
But when the seasons change at will
The darkness I do fear
The moon is there for me
A face is winter skies
She holds my hand in shadows
and never asks me why
She keeps me in my place
Unlike the Sun up in the sky
I can see her gentle face
The sun it warms my bones
Its blue sky brings me cheer
But when the seasons change at will
The darkness I do fear
The moon is there for me
A face is winter skies
She holds my hand in shadows
and never asks me why
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