Colors of the Moon

COLORS OF THE MOON It's a styrofoam seascape, surrounding walls of insane sound There is a perfect reason, to believe just what we see A revitalized dreamer, comin' back for an encore Take a bow, take it now, while the feelin' remains What one loses, the other will gain Want not to be another, just play your only refrain A bleeding heart, is hardly heard, above the din A flowin' river, of heartfelt emotion Will it become dogma, or simply run to the sea So follow the seasons, and resist the next wrong turn You know the sun, soothes the soul, a soul mired in pollution What if this wall no one sees behind, is nothing more than illusion? Maybe hope despite logical conclusion, is the solution I say the truth is the wind, a wind barely felt It's a ragged barricade, to lies and wherever they lead Can you see the colors of the moon Want not, to be another Reveal colors of the moon Just play your only refrain Won't you see the colors of the moon Be one within yourself, and see the colors of the moon A bleeding heart, is hardly heard, above the din