it's so small and round and white
and bright, and oh my god,
if i let it go it will fly away,
travel to the sun as though that were
its final destination
but i have my red rope
tied around my wrist, to
make sure there's no risk
i don't want to lose it

it goes with me everywhere i go
i cannot let go of it, or else it'll fly away
so it sticks by me constantly
bobbing up and down,
every time i try to tug it down
and hold it and hug it
it goes back to where it always sits
above my head, shining over me
to where i have to crane my
neck to see it, i know
it's here, it has to be
since it's connected to my rope
it has to be, right?

the red rope is unreliable
ripped right off when a ragged
corner decides  to slice it in two
i'm pulled along the way by my mum
who doesn't care that i was screaming
at the top of my lungs
for my little moon, rising to the clouds
it does what it always wanted, and i cry
tears were never shed more than now,
i weep, but that won't bring my little moon
back, and my mum tells me the same thing
"i know, i know" i have to tell her, it's
obviously a strike straight through my heart
but life goes on, it will keep rising
but i must move on