Not as much about the moonlight
As the lightning struck a tree
Left no shadows in that bright night
Blinded vision warranty

Could have been another brother
Someone who’d know what to do
But for reasons undiscovered
There were only me and you

Who would listen to a whisper
In a choir’s perfect pitch
Say the air and sky are crisper
From a sound and grounded ditch

Jumping rocks and slipping sidewalks
Same old story as it goes
We are mice and men and wild hawks
Eat or eaten no one knows

Take a ride or see the ridden
Have a peek into the whole
That of what is here and hidden
The reflections of a soul