The sky shows only the war within.
I ride towards the moon’s destruction
as the sun mocks my efforts to find peace.
For she knows that peace isn’t for those like me.
I stare with all my might toward that warring sky.
I stare with all my might hoping
for the answer to the question I never ask.
I hope for the sign of my peace.
Each day and each night the winds pull
while the moonbeams dance in laughter.
And I am on that tiger watching for their truths
and I on that tiger prepare to run.
For the war within looks like that great sky.
Fighting for salvation, fighting for reality.
The moon and I, we pull dreams from the soul
and the sun and I pull reality
from the possibility of a safe haven.