Shoot the Moon - Peter Adams

In a raging storm I am lost to the cause

Up above the clouds filled with rain

Feel no pain

When the comet falls breath the dust

Breath with us When the sky turns gray, feel okay

Feel okay

I’ll shoot the moon

Watch the sky fall

No time too soon

Bring it crashing down on me As the roaches thrive you can try

But you will die

As the waters rise to meet the trees

The sweetest breeze will wash over me