Man in the moon,
I see your pain
etched into your face,
the tears running over
on your cheeks, yet
never able to release the pain,
and I wonder what
caused your sorrow?
Why do you not shed your tears?
Ah, I see,
the stars shower down
burning as they fall,
for those are your tears,
your pain of so many years.
And I wonder,
how many people know your pain,
how many share your sorrow,
how many weep when your tears fall,
how many have tried to ease the ache
and relieve your burden,
how many?
Not many I suppose,
for I know how it is,
the endless aching ned
to share the pain and have
someone wrap their arms around you,
and wipe your face dry when tears fall.
I know what caused my sorrow,
I know why I mourn,
I know my own pain,
but how could it compare,
for you continue to do your job,
faithfully every night,
and it is then my soul comes out to dance with you,
for we two are brethren
in the pain we share,
that we are,
me and the man in the moon.
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