Beneath the moon, and impatient stars, I find the demons from my past.
Seasons wrapped in a moment\'s time; waiting to find the missing lights.
I keep them hidden; out of sight, you can\'t see them, but they\'re wise.
Windows are open, I\'m setting them free, darkness or light, I\'m taking a risk!
I may be alert, stiffly aware, but this time around, I\'m doing it scared!