You see the moon
Sinking into the deep black sea
A mourning look upon your face
As you reflect on your life.
Life goes on,
Chances go by,
You never raise your head
For some time.
But then as you look up once again,
Looking at the sun on the horizon,
As it rises,
Your eyes become stony hard,
And your mind becomes diamond clear.
You raise your head to its tallest point,
And puff out your chest,
And a smile lingers on your face,
As a new beginning starts,
Its ultimate point.