The depth of the love of parents for their children cannot be measured. It is like no other relationship. It exceeds concern for life itself. The love of a parent for a child is continuous and transcends heartbreak and disappointment. – James E. Faust
Oh, beautiful moon, why do you tease me?
With fantasy, I know is not real.
Darkness always has another plan for me,
where light can never celebrate.
I dare not chase away the loneliness,
for the night will expose my weakness.
I have no prayer to use,
don’t lie and tell me there’s fate.
Go…just go, and leave me,
drift away into tomorrow.
Maybe I’ll open my eyes when it’s over,
and see if the sun still cares.