Children of the moon
Sisters of sorrow
Fathers of desperate times
We all feel so alone
In our feelings of home
In our hand made tombs
That grow into castles
of solitude
As today turns
into tomorrow
The living walk with
the ghost of the dead
For the dead have moved
on and live outside
of the fears of tomorrow
The sand on the shore
greets the mist and the wave
and welcomes the passing of time
And knows that nothing today
will be quite the same
under the fleeting weight
of tomorrow
So why don't we
put down our clocks
and let go of the worries
from sorrow
and climb down from the moon
We are not so alone
if we share
the hearts of our homes
over conversation and tea
and build new kingdoms
in our words of tomorrow