This is killing me

Then in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping, the moon tells me a secret—my confidant
“As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own: a million light-reflections pass over me”

Revealed, the source is bright and endless
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her we are lifeless satellites, drifting

So as I pull my head out, I am without doubt
I do not want to be down here soothing my narcissism
I must crucify the ego before it is too late
I pray the light lifts me out before I pine away

Crucify the ego before it is too late
Leave behind the place that is negative, blind and cynical
Then you will come to find that we are all one mind, capable of all that is imagined and conceivable

Let the light touch you
Let the words spill through
Let them pass right through
Bringing out Our hope and reason