• How desolate is the Moon sitting below the Earth

    Never seeing the Sun
    Never feeling the warmth

    The weight of the shadow
    fills the deepest of craters

    Not even a single arrow
    of light flies into the abyss

    Hope is beyond the eclipse.


    How desolate is the Moon in front of the Sun
    stopping to watch the Earth slowly run
    with such a dark face

    Inside that brittle skull the fire is burning
    while the light that is buried is trying
    to always escape

    So as the time line shifts

    This rarity soon won't exist

    Hope is beyond the eclipse.