Black pools we hid beneath, unseen, but the moon kissed our smiling faces.
Black pools we hid beneath, unseen, but the moon kissed our smiling faces.
The dark lingers back there, in that forest. It used to be home. But I found my way out.
There is always a light somewhere in the dark, and I learned to trust that if I keep looking, I will find it. And if I cannot find it outside, then it must be inside of me.