a man on the moon

a man on the moon who repeats a silent tune float and he shall see the earth and its beauty though he miss shallow waters he may never feel the grass again for his legs are floating in their endless rest he misses the birds chirps and the sound of the shifting sea the sadness in his soul over whelming thee steps on forward he takes trying to forget his mistakes forgotten by the world he floats in the stars at night even his soul is alittle bright his eyes shine with hope to escape yet deep down he knows he is just the man on the moon