Under A Full Moon

Sitting under a full moon I begin to think I think about how lucky the moon is Sitting high in the midnight sky Not a worry in the world I think about what it would be like to be the moon I light up the night sky To emit my glow and energy upon the world Lighting the way for those seeking home Then, I begin to wonder I wonder what the moon sees Does it see how we hurt one another? Does it see the pain we go through? Does it see me the way I see me? I wonder what it hears Does it hear the vulgarity? Does it hear the prayers? Does it hear the silence? Sitting under the full moon I start to watch I watch the moon in the sky I watch the night pass me by I watch as the moon stares back Just sitting under the full moon I stare and it stares back Emitting its glow and energy upon the world I sit and listen I listen to the moon tell its story It has my undivided attention We sit and we talk Under the full moon