he was crazy, of course from the first she must have known it but she ***** went on with him and never once had shown it she took him off the streets and she dried his tears of grieving *************************** she believed in his believing oh he was the sun burning bright and brittle and she was the moon shining back his light a little he was a shooting star, she was softer and more slowly he could not make things possible but she could make them holy - holy well she gave him a daughter and she gave him a son she was a mother and a wife, and a lover when the day was done when he was too far gone for giving love what he offered her instead was the knowledge she was the only thing that was not in his head