The Moon

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Waiting for the moon
in this time of despair
I look up and see nothing
its okay, I do not care

care for everyday heartbreak
and those endless tears
memories I can't forget, even
after so many years

all that time spent caring
thru moments good and bad
the highs and lows of living
sometimes, it is so very sad

so here, I sit and wonder
another night of me, myself
and I, praying for a miracle
watching the starlit sky

Dare I say, dare I ask
the moon to answer why!

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