Moonrise Over Her Shoulder
With the moonrise over her shoulder
And the sunset in her eyes,
She threw the pain to the past,
And flew to the open sky.
She had a picture in her mind
And a song in her heart.
Soaring above the land,
She looked for the missing part
That always eluded her
And escaped her view.
The thing she couldn’t remember.
But what she intuitively knew
Drove her to escape to
Find what she had lost.
Whatever it was,
At whatever the cost.
“Survival,” she said, “is what I want.
To fear no more and finally find
The thing that was taken long ago.
That strong, sure part of my mind
That kept me safe,
And I knew was mine.
That was stolen from me
When fate crossed the line.
But this time I’ll get there.
Cause I’m stronger than before.
The shadows are lifting
And I see more
Than the hole in my heart
And the fear that paralyzed.
I see the missing part
And the thing I realize
Was waiting here,
For me to come home,
And claim the very thing
That was always my own.
My life is mine.
And the pain is, too.
It is very, very real
But it will not do
What it has before.
It will not rule nor will it win.
I will look it in the eye
And stare it down again.
No shadow will hide
The truth I clearly see.
I am strong and safe
Because of me.”
With the moonrise over her shoulder
And the sunset in her eyes
She threw the pain to the past,
And flew to the open sky.
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