Riding on the moon
My name is heard
Trying not be blue

The tide of life is high
Sounds of rationality become drowned
By the thoughts of disbelief

Beauty is really overwhelming
Dreaming is a tool for living
Surviving is merely all that is possible

Tonight the breeze of the night
Will cradle the thoughts of my pain
Beauty of the moon will transfix this being
All that will remain is solemness and calm

The shallowness of the frame
Now a day the gray cannot forget the crime
Ease of mind, for that there is time