| La Lune : By Afeara The moon stands high above the sky Watching us wish we could fly. So lonely the moon plays its endless role Rising an falling eternally alone. The stars offer little friendship in the velvet sky When the moon rises little children run and hide their eyes. Everyone runs and hides in fear, the moon will always be alone in that vast velvet sky, untill a day when all understand, and hear the moon's mournfull sky. |