It’s about time, they said.
As i look up to the skies, I wonder when will I be whole again?
It’s about time, I said.
It’s about time when the clouds finally let the moon show itself.
It’s about time when the stars blinks like they tried to sing by its light.
It’s about time when the moon finally become the whole again.
And when that time come.
I will wear my biggest smile.
I know I can be whole again.