is it just me, the sun smiles..but the moon cries? stones fill holes and we fly by in time? but we don\'t stop to notice the sun never smiles the moon never cried and we get no where. all i see is a big white circle that lit the way. a yellow ball of fire that burns my face and leaves me wondering what if? and well time is a number that we blame for wrinkles. so the sun never smiles the moon never cried and we get no where. i now see a moon that lets me see a sun that buns me and numbers meaning nothing.