Riding high on waves of starlight 
towards a future that shone so bright
What a strange and beautiful sight

Stars lined up left to right
they fell without a fight
in worship of this light

Wicked ways was not her way
mild and timid, so they say
she would not walk astray

To her promise she held true
gleaming only for you
though you scarred her
through and through

Fought her way to the surface at last
in sunlights bright beams gently cast
to wash away the darkness of the past

And so the stars will fall again
sprinkle her life so it will remain
always and forever the same

Behind the glow of the moon she'll hide
by the gentler ways where she resides
The Moonchild in her starlit skies