She gazed at the moon, so cold and far away,
She thought of the sun in all its vast array.
She turned from the moon
With its message of unseen doom
And she began to sing a song
She could not see that it was wrong.

The sun rises in the morning
Bright and orange with rays of gold.
It peeks across the purple mountains,
Its colors warm and bright and bold.
It flows upon the dampened moss,
Over fields, and far across.
It dances in the forest,
In between the trees,
It shines on the bubbling creek,
And the seeds blowing in the breeze.
Morning is like nature's song,
It plays every note with skill and strong.
Like a symphony loud and clear,
It plays its song so you may hear.
So stop and listen, when you awake,
And hear its song at daybreak.

The song was loud and brassy,
It was anything but classy,
And she heard another voice
With a completely different choice
Of tune and words and beat.
And in the air it did repeat:

Moonlight, turn your face to the moonlight,
Let your memory lead you,
Open up, enter in.
If you find there the meaning of what happiness is,
Then a new life
Will begin.

She heard the song and thought it was wrong.
She lunged at the singer and killed out her song.
She stood there in blood,
In cold, red blood,
And she suddenly knew the truth of it all.

She was shunned and rejected for four long years.
There was no one to turn to to confide her fears.
She begged for forgiveness
And admitted her sinfulness
But her coat was torn and stained with sand,
So she flew from the land
That had cursed her with hate.
But one night, ever so late,
She pleaded once more,
Knowing for sure
It would be her last song
And she would die in wrong.
But a touch of a paw
And then she saw
Them accepting her.
Then she heard the purr,
The purr of the Cat who surpasses all.
But as she stepped to a place
That would forget her case,
She saw the One who had led her to fall.
Her eyes reflected the moon, and shone
With a light so pure it caused her to groan,
And when she came back to a different life,
She found Her and ripped her, and then used a knife
And cut out her heart
And tore it apart.
Then as she stood there scared and alone,
She pleaded for death, and then on her shone
The light of the sun, and it revealed her plight,
And all the cats knew that she would not try to fight.
They closed in around her and claws struck her face,
And not one cat would have liked to be in her place.
There was no forgiveness, even in death, and the cycle repeated
And repeated...
Repeated....