A red moon behind me rises
Turning my closing tear to blood
Head held up high in crisis
Facing the setting sun, I scud

Casting shadows tall
Over the agone life-train
Life is a pendulous fall
Maybe worth the pain

Creatures of the night spark
Enticing, screaming to ensue
Ripping everything to stark
Turning the red moon blue

Crawling through life spent
Never losing my soul to iniquity
Looking for a way to ascent
Shaking my head for lucidity

On my knees, head in my hands
Looking through fingers like prison bars
A door opens into rays of light I glance
A helping hand turns scars into stars

Awakened as hope dawns
The night dies at the brink of day
On the wings of hope a new life spawns
With the trickling sounds of child’s play