She dreams of city lights and a bright escape
Not knowing that’s always been her fate.
Moonchild, pulled towards the gleam
Never losing sight of chasing her dream.
She feels lost in the midst of her fast paced world
Waiting for a balance to create its swirl.
She dreams of calming waters and open skies
Creating the feeling of a trusted pair of eyes.
Moonchild, waiting for her fire to ignite.
Darling, you’ll be alright
this is just the walk of life.
Medicine and Music 