The moonlight shines into his face,
The lonely boy in his room.
It reminds him of the world beyond,
A world that he used to live in.
In an attempt to stand he stumbles across,
Right down to the lone window.
He wishes to see the cloudy sky,
Illuminated by the moonlight.
Like a bed of cotton bails,
On a sheet of stretched blue satin.
The trees that stand tall on the earth,
As if praying to the creator forever.
The water all around him,
That is the essence of life .
The beings around him,
That keep him from being lonely.
The shining lights of suns and stars,
That make this world a beautiful place.
The rain that washes the earth,
And purges it off the dirt.
All in all a scene of gods glory,
The beauty of his work, our world.
A single tear was let go,
And as it dropped to the ground.
It shone with a blinding light,
Not that it affected the boy at first.
And then suddenly he saw white,
And other colours jumped in too.
He could see all he wanted now,
He had no idea how this happened.
The lonely boy in his room.
It reminds him of the world beyond,
A world that he used to live in.
In an attempt to stand he stumbles across,
Right down to the lone window.
He wishes to see the cloudy sky,
Illuminated by the moonlight.
Like a bed of cotton bails,
On a sheet of stretched blue satin.
The trees that stand tall on the earth,
As if praying to the creator forever.
The water all around him,
That is the essence of life .
The beings around him,
That keep him from being lonely.
The shining lights of suns and stars,
That make this world a beautiful place.
The rain that washes the earth,
And purges it off the dirt.
All in all a scene of gods glory,
The beauty of his work, our world.
A single tear was let go,
And as it dropped to the ground.
It shone with a blinding light,
Not that it affected the boy at first.
And then suddenly he saw white,
And other colours jumped in too.
He could see all he wanted now,
He had no idea how this happened.
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