Last night as I sat
on the back step, I gazed
at the moon in the sky.
With so many questions that
never had answers, I decided
to ask the moon why.

The moon has been man's
ancient symbol for stableness,
light, and true love. When man
lifts his head to the stars
twinkling bright, there's the
moon smiling down from above.

So, Moon, can you give me some
answers to questions we ask every
day? Like, why do the good things
in life disappear, while the bad
things just flourish and stay?

And tell me, is there any reason
for what we call love in this life?
Two hearts join together, for better
or worse, but the worse always
cuts like a knife.

And Moon, look what humans are
doing to the planet they call Home
Sweet Home. Why can't we just stop
all the massive destruction; save
the earth and just leave it alone?

Oh, Moon, do you see what I'm seeing?
Do you have a big tear in your eye?
Do you see little children go to bed
every night, with the hunger that
makes them all cry?

Yes, Moon, I can see you are
watching; your place in our lives
is defined. You were put there for
us to ask questions and talk to,
like a friend you've been there
through all time.

Here's my very last question
to ask you. Do you think there is
life out in space? I could swear
I heard laughing, then I looked up
to see that the Moon had a smile
on it's face!