I once shone like a bright moon

Till I lost my fuse

Everyone enjoyed my light

For its beauty and warmth

But my fuse, I have no more

And all that I am now is a half moon


They still enjoy my light

But am not as bright as the others

And it’s not about how bright the others are

But how bright I ought to be


Aaaaghh …If only I could find my fuse

When I try to shine, I blow out

And then I have to replace my tungsten again


So now I keep hope alive

That Someday I shall find me and …

Shine like I once shone

Bright like the full moon