Through the travail of ages
and the struggles and strivings of man,
The Moon looks down upon him
as his life sinks into the sand.
Her course is true and steady
unlike mans life on earth;
She never stops to shed a tear,
while man struggles from his birth.
She never pauses to contemplate
on what her worth may be,
As man stuggles on in vanity,
from earths' chains to be set free.
The lesson man could learn from her
before his vain life through,
The Lord God is in control of all,
of her, and him, and me, and you.
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