There is no moon for me in my cage,
Nothing to see in this world of rage.
Just me and myself, my lonely, helpless self,
Staring in the blank sky at my fake moon.
Nighttime always, with nothing to fear,
But always there: My Fake Golden Sphere-
Up high towards the sky, on a pole by the street
Forever going like my heart, beat after beat.
My ray of hope, to prove I have something to show.
Always shining in the darkness-I just seem to know.