The moon it grows bright as the sky turns to night,
and the stars,
they grow stunningly dim....
and i walk,
and i wonder....
is it life...
with no plunder,
and i think,
that I'm on the brink,
if something big here,
yeah something very big here......
The moon it grows bright as the sky turns to night,
and the stars,
they grow stunningly....
dim,
and i walk,
and i wonder,
and i think,
i hear thunder,
the lightening flashes,
on this world so cold,
my people are growing old..
The moon it grows bright as the sky turns to night
and the stars,
they grow stunningly,
dim,
and I think,
and i wonder,
and my people,
fall through thunder,
and the sky knows,
just what it's doing,
and the tempest is growing,
oh yes,
it's growing.
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Very good piece. I like how you repeated the beginning in each set of rows. The moon it grows bright as the sky turns to night, and the stars, they grow stunningly dim.... and i walk, and i wonder.... Good job!