Faces in the Moon

To those that died.

I look up and see the faces in the moon
The faces of those whose lives ended too soon
And sorrowful tears poured down from the sky
As the wind that blew the crimson ashes passed by

The wolf lends you comfort with its pained howls
And you're offered up the sighs of the looming owls
So the stars dance around in humble accord
As your light is reflected in the shimmering fiord

Though the memories you hold are dark and dead
Of the relentless strife, and the cruel words said
Of broken backs and the dreams that they rend
I'm glad that you were able to find peace in the end

While the pain and suffering remains in our homes
Remember that your lives are remembered with tombs
As the beautiful moon carries with it your souls
Along with that unforgettable pale glow