As I stare out into darkness-
and wonder where time goes.
I feel the need to hearken
to the song within my soul.
As the winding river of my soul
carves conscience valleys deep,
for times to come, and times of old,
loves found, then lost, I weep.
As the man on the moon whispers softly
of a path to the heaven-sent,
as the living of live becomes costly,
and I find I can't pay the rent.
As the sun grows cold and dark
and the stars fall out of the sky,
on the day when the breathing stops,
the man on the moon asks us "Why?"
Then out of the dark come the shadows
to steal all your children away,
as the light and the mist make a rainbow -
I see dawn of the approaching day.
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