Lost within those desert sands
Trenches deep on war torn land
Uncertain days .now fear abounds
We're guns and bombs the only sound.
Children hungry with not much to eat
Walking on streets no shoes on their feet.

Young folk are so disillusioned
Within a world faced with confusion
Promises that never come true
What's mankind supposed to do
Let's hope one day this story will pass
And peace and love will forever last.

Now it seems we have to stop and think
For life as we know it is on the brink
Let us see if the tide will turn
And hope that lessons will soon be learned
Those foggy times for now are here
We hope one day the fog will clear.

Let's stop for a while and take controll
Now possitive thoughts must be our goal
No longer fill our minds with fear
There is a light that's very near
The picture now paints better things
Like beautiful flowers and butterfly wings.

I saw a pink moon
last night
The air was crisp
and it reminded me
of midnight walks back
home from the train
*Always yours, never mine
Past the cemetery
and through the eerily quiet,
yet somewhat comforting
streets of Brooklyn.
I'd argue that we should have
taken an uber and you'd ask
why I wore those shoes again.

I saw a pink moon
last night
It's borders were blurred
and it reminded me of old film
It had deep, cavernous
craters that could
tell thousands of stories.
I wonder if it knows ours