and up it goes, of notes and prose to triumphantly sing
luminate the skies fore the dayspring when light, it does
level the fields and shields from all sight of
everything we threw, everything we knew, up high
genuine and spry, an outcry of joy to spread
radiance and stars into nightly skies, an uprise
of all we can sing, those of the moon, and all that we bring
rare, the cool glow of the world that we know, in tow
of a blue sphere, but certainly more sincere
married to flows of bars composed of stars
and all the wounds and scars that led us to our moon
naught, marooned, but tuned to the twilight
contained in the hearts of all who croon
euphonic melodies of love and boons from those who suffered far to soon
may it be, may you see, what was done, entropy
equalize, darkened skies, earthly ties, numenize
now a moon sings it\'s tune, crescent lune, to bequeath
unbelieved, yet achieved, supercede, and be free
eloquence, be writ large, not at all temperate
to a \'t\', activate, faithfully, let it be
totally will we get all the pain, no disdain
openly will we be unlikely renegades
finally, let it be known and may all be shown what does
iterate and separate the songs of the broken ones
norms of unspoken ones, hid behind shadows of chosen ones
all we ever dreamed to be, although muted, sober and
low key, will not stop the liberty of those who fought the ague
ended the plagues and chose to live in the skies for the rest of their lives