Staring at the moon from my bedroom window.
Listening to songs with deep lyrics and minor chords playing behind that.
How can I not contemplate life?
How can I not contemplate our existence in this place?
This place...so full of violence and greed.
This place...so full of anger and need.
There are ones who are in need of help.
Help from me and from you.
She may seem so happy on the outside, but inside she's been ready to pull the trigger for far too long...
That's why we need to be careful what we say.
We could be just the poison that sets off the gun.
There are kids who have no friends and it's obvious no one wants to be around them.
But did anyone ever stop to think about how they might feel if that were them?
What if people stared at you every day? And laughed at you...And bullied you for no apparent reason...And no one was there to help you.
But you could be that help,
Do you see what I'm saying?
You could be that friend.
Sometimes all it takes is one person.
So I stare at the moon and remember.
Remember the feeling of being alone.
No one deserves to be alone.
So look at the moon;
You and I look at the same moon.
Whether you're in Japan, Spain, the UK, Russia...You get the point.
Wherever you are, you are looking at the same moon as me.
You are looking at the same moon that everybody else on earth looks at.
So don't feel alone.
