The Unforgiving Moon
composed by Melanie Bradley
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(Verse 1)
The evening news bleeds red and blue, a siren’s distant call,
Another angry headline, watching dreams begin to fall.
The faces on the screen are drawn, a bitter, weary fight,
And all I feel is silence in the fading of the light.
The words are sharp as broken glass, the arguments so deep,
And all the promises we made, are secrets that we keep.
I look at you, my neighbor, and I wonder what you see,
A different world, a different heart, a silent enemy.
(Chorus)
Oh, the song they sing is heavy, a dissonant, slow tune,
Beneath the cold and unforgiving, quiet, watchful moon.
And I’m so tired of the fighting, and the walls that stand so high,
I just want to find the human, in your weary, tear-filled eye.
Before the red and blue, before the left and right,
There was a world of common ground, a shared and gentle light.
(Verse 2)
The papers pile up on the stoop, a testament to rage,
A history that’s written on a brand new, empty page.
I see a young man’s face, afraid to make a sound,
And a family that’s losing all the progress they have found.
The policies they argue, with a careful, callous grace,
Are lines that draw a fracture in this very time and place.
I look at you, my brother, and I wonder what is true,
In a world that’s built on anger, and the things we can’t undo.
(Chorus)
Oh, the song they sing is heavy, a dissonant, slow tune,
Beneath the cold and unforgiving, quiet, watchful moon.
And I’m so tired of the fighting, and the walls that stand so high,
I just want to find the human, in your weary, tear-filled eye.
Before the red and blue, before the left and right,
There was a world of common ground, a shared and gentle light.
(Bridge)
The night is long, the hours crawl, the future feels so steep,
And all the promises we made, are secrets that we keep.
But if we just stop talking, if we just stop for a while,
And find the warmth in silence, and the kindness in a smile.
Maybe the world will heal again, a broken, tender thing,
And find the simple grace in a song we can all sing.
(Outro)
Before the red and blue…
Before the left and right…
A shared and gentle light…
In the silence of the night…
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