The Woman in the Moon

Lyrics

"Dieu merci je suis dans la lune" Whispered the woman in the moon To herself as she looked down Watched the final flames die out Distant booms, screams and shouts Had all gone silent now Tentatively She made her way across the vastness Swimming breaststroke through the blackness Till she landed in the wasteland Thinking, 'How could I let this happen?!' She admonished herself in bewildermеnt But in reality, there was nothing shе could have done There is no war fought That can ever be Truly won Taking great silver strides across scorched skies and dry oceans She remembers fondly back to a time when she would gleefully Shift the sea Far beneath her in great tides and motions This gave purpose to her existence But she's been restless and depressed for what she guessed must have been a millennium Now the loneliness of this peregrination Stung yet more tears onto her face, indeed Rivers flowed down her cheeks Replete in abject misery She wandered onwards aimlessly Staring out across the monochrome Dust and ash between her toes Continuing to cry until her eye landed on a shard of bone From who, or what, she didn't know But she resolved to give this poor soul a proper burial And after a few minutes of digging She cried out at what she'd found Tiny seeds, tiny sprouts Tiny seeds, tiny sprouts Tiny seeds, tiny sprouts Astounded, dumbfounded New life underground Tiny seeds, tiny sprouts Astounded, dumbfounded New life underground Tiny seeds, tiny sprouts Astounded, dumbfounded New life underground Tiny seeds, tiny sprouts Astounded, dumbfounded New life underground And after a few weeks, new shoots and leaves Began to open like capillaries The moon, high above Beamed its approval "Mon amour est né de nouveau"