The moon is calling me tonight. br I hear its rings: its desperate plight, br in the wind's fading howls, br which echoes the passing growls br of a dog with broken legs. br With whimpering, from sorrow it begs br to see no more the pain it sees br when looking down from over trees. br With home in heaven it sees all, br all mother's worries, and children's fall, br all hunger and wars fought for greed. br Sighing, it said one day it will bleed, br and this will end the way of earth, br some will cease and some will rebirth, br but until then it craves the darkest days br when it cannot see man's cruel ways...