when the sun comes down and the pipes begin to play
the moon stays up for another day,
the crowds look to the sky for a passing replay
of shining light and smiles that used to burn away the gray.
a mere reflection of what everything used to be,
the lost youth wishing for childhood eternally
the moon comes up and the people start to see
what the young days used to be.
when dusk falls and the sun hides away,
the encore begins to play,
the world watches as the stars descend down the runway
and the youth wish for the moon to always stay.
Chaos of Life 