Grant Maloy Smith

The Boy Who Built the Moon


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I've been searching everywhere
There's a place but she's not there
Lonely lights are way up high
They need her, and so do I

I am gonna take these hands
Wanna catch the wind and tame the fire
And I, I'm gonna shape this land
Gotta lift her up into the sky

I'm the boy who built the moon

Take your gloves and study light
Get your boots and pull them tight
Fez hats and tools to spare
And breathers full of air
There's work for every hand
There's more work than we planned

And I am gonna take these hands
I'm gonna catch the wind and tame the fire
And I will shape this land
And lift her up into the sky

I'm the boy who built the moon

One thousand sleepless nights
One million fireflies
I'm wishing from afar
Here comes the morning star

And I, I'm gonna take these hands
I'm gonna catch the wind and tame the fire
And I will shape this land
And lift her up into the sky

And I, I will not fail
I will not beg, I will not leave
And I am gonna make things right
I will not fall, I will not see
I'm the boy who built the moon


Writer/s: Grant Maloy Smith