There is a mysterious man in the moon
and I noticed Him
for the first time tonight,
gazing down upon us
watching over the world,
secretly guiding the world
through the mysterious maze
of day to day life,
He's a man of mystery
a vague figure to this planet
who the human race
has never truly understood Him
He has always been there,
we have seen this man in the moon
some where before
so distant yet so close
so different
yet so much like humanity
our connection to Him is undeniable
and his invisible presence
seems to calm our nerves
our mysterious man I the moon
will always be there,
and will always guide us through
whatever may come
and one day we will all live with Him again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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