Is there something you want to say?

If there was something in the moonlight
That I could carry with me
To keep me from the horrid fright
That has a tendency to fill me.
If there was something in the sun
That could embrace my soul
Take away from
The pain that takes its toll.
Is there something in this wind
That speaks in another tongue
And tells me when
I am no longer too young.
I want to break free
From the hussle of this very day
And look in the mirror at me
Just this once decide to stay.