• The moon is hope
    Like the moon
    Hope waxes and wanes
    At times completely disappearing
    Like the new moon
    But afterwards it comes back
    Ever so slowly the bright light again graces the night sky
    Then after a time
    The light becomes bright and full again
    And we no longer need the hope
    So it fades away
    Until, once again it is gone completely
    And that is when we need it
    So it grows again
    And it goes on and on
    For every person in all the world
    The cycle of hope
    And the cycle of the moon
    Are one in the same