She comes to you in the night.

Moonlight transfers her message.

She has never left,

but we are an extension of her existence.

She held me in her arms.

“Will we ever go home?”

“I don’t know baby.”

“I don’t know.”

The lake of fire,

disguised as the Sun.

One day we’ll be inside her.

The planets will be like the Sun.

One day we will go home.