“Fear the Moon”

By Finley Briggs-Webb, 1st Place, Songwriting

 

I wash my clothes by the river stains bleeding out

I’m not a danger to the current I’ll let it drag me down

I am my mother’s only daughter a servant to the moon

that she brings around

 

I watch you close in the camera a vision of your eyes

Through the peaceful slumber I know you feel the night

I am the product of a woman who always knew what’s right

So where did that go

 

And though I feel the earth rush close beneath my feet

I’ve always been a gambler cut me off below my knees

I can hear the sun rise just beyond the hill

The grass is always greener before you take his pill

 

I have much to many questions, I always want to know

Wish I knew all the answers, before you let me go

Instead I look up to the sky staring at the moon

I swear she told me no

 

And though I feel her heartbeat just below my palm

Someones taken over her mind is almost gone

Though I am a gambler, I’ve never won a bet

Her eyes are wide open, hollowness in breath

 

I wash her clothes in the river, her scent is fading now

Close my eyes and feel the water, taking pieces of her vows

She said someday she’ll make a promise and return to the moon

I wish that were true

 

I want to be held the way she used to do

As night started pouring darkness in my room

She said my dear your safe now, I have you in my arms

Thats what I told her, as she drifted to the stars

 

My dear your safe now, I have you in my arms

 

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