The Silent Moon

The silent moon is calling out to me tonight. I hear its lonely song, its saddened whispered plight Within the cold wind's echoed howls, Echoing through my broken soul it growls. My heart hasn't the energy or the legs With whimpering sorrow it begs To feel no more the pain it sees When looking down from over trees. With a home up in heaven it sees all All my worries, and whenever I fall Problems of so many in need. With a heavy sigh it will bleed. And this will be the end of the way of earth As some will cease and others rebirth But until then it craves the darkest days When it sees the end of man's cruel ways... The perpetual clock is ticking, mocking my emotion Sinking in the sand washed up by the ocean Tumbled into an hour glass of desire I offered my devotion, to come light my fire. Tapping my foot to the sound of the ticking Before I know it I'm on the ground kicking This hour has left me drowning in my mind Drowning in the love that was left far behind