Let the moon be light.
Let the sun be bright.
Let every fear inside me find it strength to leave me.
And jump happily, eagerly out of my body.
I have a story I have never told
Once, when I was small,
I looked up at the sky and saw the stars in the night
And I knew I was a home made of glass.
So protecting and strong,
Yet so fragile and gone.
I am still a home, made of glass.