A very sad song that I wrote after my Grandmother's death last summer... the moon is, indeed, slowly drifting away 1.5 inches every year...

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A cloud of stars is pushing against the atmosphere
Each one is fuel for everyman's moans
Each one holds our hearts in tow

And I've seen death... I have seen love
My fear, it gives me strength
I cling to walls so long as I'll live
Till the mortal coil starts to give

As flint sheds sparks into the dirt
No fool couldn't tell you what it's worth

And I am glad for the moon,
The mountain that got away.
I've seen its love, I've dreamed its death:
A slow spiral outward, a sad frail touch
One last kiss, and the oceans lie so still.