Safe in the shadow of the sun and moon,
he hangs on a wooden cross. He bleeds
crimson before me. Although he is as
fragile as a newborn baby, his smile is
flawless. He is a rainbow, a star shining brightly
in his own right. Safe in the shadow of the sun and moon,
he transforms into a ghost. The outside world
will never know his name. The outside world will
never know how truly empty and lonely he feels on the inside.
I care enough to ride out the next tide with him. My love for him
runs skin deep. I kiss him and cradle him to back sleep.
Safe in the shadow of the sun and moon, there goes the
soundtrack of our lives.