I thought as though I'd seen it all,
This sickness takes many, I've seen them fall,
They turn to me, as if to give them a way,
But no words come out, I don't know what to say.
So I turn my gaze to the moon up the road,
They nod to say thanks, to me they thought owed,
I keep moving forward, to find more lost souls,
The further I go, the burns take their tolls.
But I can push forward, I will, I must,
For they have placed only in me their trust,
So I point to the moon, and tell them to go,
For I know the secret, that they do not know.
Take my hand, through the perilous place,
I can't tell you, but you can see it in my face,
I promise you now, that from this point on,
If you head for the moon, there will be a dawn.
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