In the night when the moon is high,
light brightens pale pebbles.
A guide to home.
Yet knowing home is
not where you’re needed,
not where you’re wanted,
not where you are even allowed to exist,
why do you still try to return?
Do you believe he will listen,
that your voices can override hers?
I know you want to believe in him.
But he was the one who left you here.