For me, who sits alone by the windowsill 

The moon is my sister, my kin

We both live lonely, dark and ill

Always cold without warmth within

Though we provide light for a journey

Try to lead others towards a pure path

We wash our hands of their destiny

Baring no pride and no wrath

Our hearts only hold bitter sorrow

That and a kind indifference

But it can be true we hold hope for the morrow

Begging silently to be saved, for acceptance

And perhaps one day we will be saved

Our shadows understood, but not shoved away

And we will have our light repaid

But, for now, our light fades in the all too bright day