
They carved her name into stone
And marked the date
Then pointed the way
While lights shattered across the sky
And the thunder shook the town
As if the mother cried
It was independence day
Standing neath the moon
Which she was running to
And that glowing moon
Slowly faded away
Now that stone went astray
She had no place to stand
In that lonely room
Her father sits and prays
The rubble in the street
So much of what she was taught
Seemed to fade
And they sat and watched
As her heart seemed changed
Coming back to them now
The sun gives break
They are all alone
But the thunder stayed
Though no one was true
Life goes passing by
Oh the shame
Just like that glowing moon
How could someone pay
Then whose to blame
And it makes no difference either way
One too many miles too late
But that moon never comes to stay
And that stone may have turned to sand
And scratch that name again


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