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.