The Moon

The moon's worn thin

Succumbed to the pressure

Her silver dress

Hangs in the sky like a rag

Her coat, her cloak

Her cover of darkness

It fails to hide

The tears that she's cried

Oh she cries

But she still shines

Though the night falls around her

And by her light

I find my way

When I fear the path laid before me

I look to the light of her face

And thank her for being so brave

The moon remains

In fullness or frailty

A faithful climb

And I stand amazed at the way