A Baby Cries
A baby cries for reasons quite unclear;
The weather vane atop the barn spins round.
And we gaze at the orange moon with fear.
A comet streaks above but we can't hear,
Its fiery burn occurs without a sound.
A baby cries for reasons quite unclear.
The rocket rises through the atmosphere
But to the earth are most men ever bound.
And we gaze at the orange moon with fear.
The cryptic light of winking stars seems near
Though speed of light serves only to confound;
A baby cries for reasons quite unclear.
On earth a broken heart will cause a tear
To fall upon the richly dampened ground;
And we gaze at the orange moon with fear.
Three hundred sixty-five completes the year
As love and life continue to astound;
A baby cries for reasons quite unclear
And we gaze at the orange moon with fear.
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