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When the Moon Sleeps

I look out my window And stare at the moon And look at it high in the sky I look at it and think Ponder away And ask the question, Why? Why do sleep? Why do we rise? Just like the moon and the sun Why can't we stay like kids Be children And just have fun? Why do we die? Why are we born? And why do we come to be? I think to myself I say to myself The answer starts with me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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