i'd love to feel close to my maker
my siblings, far away as if they hate her
it's tough to be the youngest son
when everyone else has gone
though my body is small and cold
My mother still has a tight hold
Though one day i'll be consumed
with no sentient life to be removed
the darkness splits my life in two
my other side has turned into
a day that lasts most of the year
when the full eclispe is drawing near
I never left, I had no chance
to make life at a distance
I feel alone though she's watching me
her endless glow burns me
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