I am The Moon,
oh silver- blue,
watching silently
over you
as you stare
at my brilliance,
And think to yourself
"I wish i was up there,
The Moon
blocking The Sun's
ever glare,
not a worry,
nor a care.."
But I look at you in distain,
For you have not experienced
PAIN!
Look at my craters,
without a pure magnetic-sphere
You have trillions,
a place to call your own!
All I can do is circle
you, protecting from the sun,
for I am The Moon!
You have trillions,
the animals and your own species
While mine are far 'way,
and I keep breaking up every day!
They say that the grass is greener on the
other side,
But I have no grass!
And still you stare,
at me protecting you from
the suns ever glare
Not hearing my cries
But i protect you still,
it is my only will,
I'll give you some hope
for I have none,

I am the Moon,
silver-blue,
protecting you
from the Sun's glare
for I have all
the cares.