Full Moon

You might think I was born under grey skies

I could not tell the truth from the high tides

Horizon was blurry and Gods went silent

When thunder suddenly traded their peace for violence

Waterfall, red shoes, wars and flags unfold

The signal is lost and I'm far from home

Where shooting stars are found yet fallen,

Evidence of life were found in the Garden

So I painted my face in the shifting sands

Marks that never last I knew you'd see them

By the time the storm came I saw the Queendom

Her ego chose to trade her truth for wisdom