In solitude I wonder
crippled by man,
I sit stare and ponder.
Is the moon hidden this night,
or is it ashamed of what it bears witness to.
The man in the moon who can see right through.

In solitude I stare,
witness to the explosions of war.
This night I pray you moon,
see the ants and the burdens inside,
not the explosions that leave the dead on the outside.
Moon do not go blind,
in solitude we still look for the angel to help us find.

A bit old are the words in me,
but this night these words free me.
This night moon look,
this night moon I know,
look hard enough and you shall grow.
Look hard enough and be free
for humanity still fights within me.