People say that once you acquire the moon
It's marks become visible
But who is going to tell them
That the marks have been visible all along
That I have lived each day
Staring at the moon
Admiring those divine marks
Who's going to tell them
That the marks are the things that make it beautiful in the first place
The marks are the thing
that made me chase
Who's going to tell them
That if the marks weren't visible
Then it wouldn't be so beautiful
If the marks weren't visible
Then it would've seemed something alien ,
Something far away
And maybe I would have not even looked it's way
Those are the scars of the moon
Of the relentless battles
It has won and it has lost
Those are its insecurities
That have come and gone
These marks are the things
Which make us normal.
Our worries , our fears , our insecurities
This is everything we should embrace
Because without these
We wouldn't be human in the first place