The moon knows
The people are unhappy
So it can't sleep at night
So it offers it's little beautiful light

The moon knows
As the nightly winds stutters through trees,
Every child clutches their blowels
Wondering
When the night comes
Where does the sun go?

The moon knows
As the nightly winds stutters through trees,
Every Hunter clutches their bows
Wondering
When the night comes
From whernce shall the sun rise from?

Do you

FatherChrismas:
MrOkenwa good morning sir. I sent you a pm sir

I don’t have access to the mail anymore.

Yes sir