|"Crescent Moon" Image from PixShark|
Little boy blue once beckoned the moon,
Calling out like a wolf in the night,
Yet no call echoed back to him.
So he sat there in silence,
Cold and downtrodden,
Waiting for his time.
My dearest boy,
Why must you cry so?
Do not weep for me alone.
Do not worry yourself to death.
For I'm your matron mother in the sky,
And I will always lift you up from the ground.