Sundown rakes and a meadow sighs
treetops burn from innocent lies
deep green mountains, left of rage
no one leaps to turn the page
raindrops play their ancient tune
and tears are falling on the moon
when love has lost and hate has won
when faith and charity become undone
when there is no magic anymore
just a hole where there was a door
justice has lost its faith too soon
and tears are falling on the moon
equality seems to be on the run
lessons taught from father to son
somethings should not conclude alone
history can\'t easily be turned to stone
it is time to stand , it is high noon
with teardrops falling on the moon
worshipping on the high altar of death
when does humanity take it\'s last breath
is this the end are we better than this
or is this just the Judas kiss
is this absolutely doom and gloom
with teardrops falling on the moon
what are honorable people to do
to stand up for all thats right and true
do we draw a red line in the sand
or do we retreat and try to understand
we better do something and do it soon
to wipe those teardrops off of the moon