When the hunter captured the chicken

She cooked it over a fire of red and orange flames

When her tribe ate the meal

She lovingly glanced at the bright grey stone surrounded by inky blackness.

The moon captured her gaze.

When the gold triangle was set

The workers cheered from the pyramid

The most tired one looked up to the sky with a smile and saw the stone.

So the moon captured another gaze.

When the battle was finished, the war ended,

The warrior lifted his sword and set it down

On his knees, the flag was set in the muddy dirt

The cheers deafening, he looked up, and up he gazed.

And so the moon took another gaze.

When she finished her painting,

She tried to sell it – to no avail

She looked up in disappointment and stopped with a smile.

The moon stole yet another gaze.

She flew fast and low, determination on her face

She stole one glance up and couldn't look away.

Yet another gaze belonged to the moon.

He drank after a successful shoot

He looked at his prop, at his actor,
at his telescope, then at the real thing.

Once again, a gaze was taken by the moon.

When he declared independence,

When she demanded speech for all,

When he let freedom ring from under the mountain in his dream,

When he stepped on the very thing he would gaze at,

When he moved the suitcase to save his life,

When she spoke the language of computers,

When he revolutionized stocks,

When he didn't listen to his teacher – even after,

When he was one of the firsts in presidential history,

When she climbed that hill we all climb,

They all looked up at the moon, and it took their gazes as well.

That same moon is still there, y'know.