Howling at the Moon

I have nothing but a feeling

I need something to believe in

I'll break though the glass ceiling

If I shatter in the bright sun

Will I wonder what the night spun

I'll take running with the right one

Awakened now

From a dream too soon

But reaching out

Is like howling at the moon

I'll wait it out

From a shielded view

Cause screaming out

Is like howling at the moon

Does the morning lose meaning

When the darkness is repeating

I refuse to stop feeling

Now I know the tide is rising

False light can be mesmerizing

To the heart and mind realizing

Breaking out

Of a yearlong gloom

But calling now

Would be like howling at the moon

A wasted breath

On a dying bloom

Cause lashing out

Is like howling at the moon

Awakened now

To a fearless truth

That calling out

Is like howling at the moon

A final breath

On a long dead bloom

And crying out

Is like howling at the moon

If the morning has meaning

It means the darkness is receding