Foadie
War Child
Long hath been the unbroken moon
Silvery yellow orb in the ink sky
With nothing to look down on us and laugh at pure endless existence
Tis forever it seems that translucent eye has been above us
Yet to many it seems like an unfaithful chilled ice
And it hears us simper of inconsistence, of the crimson life run ever cold
Weep for all the pathetic lips moving
Weep for all the clumsy legs running
And she stands alone under the infinite sky, opaque to the weak eye
As stars are born from the opalescent tears of the moon
With lives as short as our own
Blinking on and off in shadowed comfort to us; doth not by day
But with endless drops of sorrow, reminders of the worst
The moon never laughed again.
Silvery yellow orb in the ink sky
With nothing to look down on us and laugh at pure endless existence
Tis forever it seems that translucent eye has been above us
Yet to many it seems like an unfaithful chilled ice
And it hears us simper of inconsistence, of the crimson life run ever cold
Weep for all the pathetic lips moving
Weep for all the clumsy legs running
And she stands alone under the infinite sky, opaque to the weak eye
As stars are born from the opalescent tears of the moon
With lives as short as our own
Blinking on and off in shadowed comfort to us; doth not by day
But with endless drops of sorrow, reminders of the worst
The moon never laughed again.
