The moon arose and showed it's face
and blamed its light on a brighter place,
and an aging child on the ground below
dreamed of the things he will never know.
While another looked to the moon and the sky
and promised his god a blatant lie,
and a girl sat on a cracking stone
nowhere near where she calls home.
And miles to the right of the aging child
down by the sea where the waves grow wild,
not too far from the girl and her stone
I sit wishing, all alone.
For over the years I've wished to be
over the years and over the sea.
For over the sea I've heard theirs a place
where sits your smiles warm embrace