Moon song shadow's light,
Going planets disappearing;
Glowing spots into the night,
In a romantic mood steering.
What’s the purpose of it all?
Who has made each fate?
Stars burning up in their fall,
Wishes coming in too late.
Morning risen up so bright,
After idle and an yearning;
Coming forward in sun light,
Every heart that's burning.
Gliding time forgotten brawl,
Love contrasting to a hate;
Docketing life form on a wall,
Bending craving what's strait.
What’s the purpose, why?
Are we going forward or end run?
Harder and harder to defy,
What's of value under the sun?
(The songs are available at my site at SibeliusMusic)
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