Sun Child

It's a fact that children born during day

Grow food for harvest with evergreen smiles

While children born under the moon's night watch

Hear the spirits sing on the fullest night.

Yet what can be done with the twilight birth?

Muffled cries last an hour while the moon shines

And only the spirits speak of the truth

While the child feels warm in his mother's arms.

With each passing winter the child suffers

For the spirits scream what cannot be heard

Meanwhile the moon stays a distant stranger.

What's it like in a home you don't belong?

The doors were locked from sunrise to sunset

So the child can't glimpse at happiness.

But plants grow whichever direction they wish

And walls couldn't hold a sun child forever.

The signs of the boy's change are small at first

No one glances at the boy's tanning skin

They ignore the weeds growing in his path

The boy's eyes glint with light that no one sees.

Yet whispers can only happen for so long

Spirits know light makes secrets hard to miss

The family cites nature, but it screams

For the sun boy locked in the cellar.

When all one's freedom is taken away

After a life of confusion and pain

And those who claim to love only harm you

Who wouldn't cry and miss being themself?

The spirits sympathise in formless words

Though the sun boy can't understand them

The broken door says all that is needed

The sun boy says thanks in the moonlight.

The crops stand tall as the boy approaches

And so does the boy as the people yell

Any pain they cause is gone as the sun rises

And its boy smiles because he's home.

A new truth exists for a new village

Spirits talk freely, plants fluorish with love

The people choose which skies they look up to

The children are not written in the stars.