The Moon and the Sun
Breathing goes heavy, heart beating so fast.
Jumped over the levy, I looked into the past.
The lights flicker,a thunderous boom.
The sky lights up, it fills the room.
Blue moon, Blue moon.
High up in the sky.
As it falls down, the Sun Will Ar rise.
Taking turns, taking turns, like a playground slide.
As the sun goes down, all hope abides.
Grief of the strong, grief of the meek.
As grief takes over, all grow weak.
Sing songs that the sirens sung, when all is over, it’s just begun.
The sun’s back up and over again, leaving the dark with nothing to fend.
Later on the moonlight Ar rise again.
All sun light dies.
Illuminating the stars, the world, the sky.
The sun comes back up!
May all darkness abide.
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