In The Waxing Cycle Of My Day,
I Came Upon A Strange Figure
A Young Boy, With Eyes Having A Lot To Say
To Him, I Said -Å—little Boy, Come Hither
Tell Me You Troubles-Â…tell Me Your Bother
He Looked At Me With A Innocent Face
And Said -ŗi Have Lost-….I Have Lost The Race-
Confused, I Said -Å—it-‘s Just A Race-Â….No Big Deal-
The Boy Smiled Sadly And Said:
-Å—you Are The Moon-Â…you Do Not Know
You Are Marveled At-Â….Loved-Â…you Do Not Know
You Do Not Know Why My Tears Fall Continuously
For She Is Not Hear To Wipe Them Away
You Do Not Know Why My Heart Is Marred
For She Always Promised, But Didn-‘t Stay
You Do Not Know I Can Not Sleep
For Her Beautiful Face Will Not Let Me Close My Eyes
You Do Not Know How Much I Love Her
For She Will Never Be Mine
Loving Her Is A Waste Of Tears And Time
But I Still Do-Â…and It Is Killing Me
To See Her So Happy, So Unlike Me
And Now-Â…i Have Lost The Race
The Race Against Time-Â….
For I Will Pass Away-Â…
Before I Could Make Her Mine
Death Has Knocked On My Door
I Will Have To Let It In
But My One Wish Before I Go-Â…
Is To Fall Into Her Arms
To Feel Her Gentle Caress
But, O Beautiful Moon, That Is Not To Be
She Will Never Be Mine
There Is No More Time-…..-
And I, The Beautiful And Precious Moon
Had Nothing To Say But:
-Å—young Man-Â…never Have I Seen
A More Loving Man Than Thee
Never Have I Seen-Â…
A Lover As Sad As Thee-
And The Boy Closed His Eyes-Â…
Letting The Angel Of Death Take Him Away