More Perfect Than The Moon

An old man sits on his old porch
Staring out at a dusty barren scorch
His eyes are dark, but not his soul
His heart is so very far from coal.

He sits there with his banjo, playing a tune
About a girl as perfect as the moon
With the free spirit of a bird, a dove
As soon as he met her he fell in love

But her father wanted her for bigger things
Didn't want her for peasants but kings
Memories flash before the old man's eyes
And soon his grandson can hear his cries

A young boy steps out onto the porch
Taking deep breaths of air from the scorch
His eyes aren't dark and neither his soul
And his smile is one that could melt even coal

He gently takes the banjo and starts playing a tune
About a baby as perfect as the moon
His little sister who didn't come by crane, but dove
For children can feel the most pure of love

With his little sister the boy can play all sorts of things
Make believing giants and castles and witches and kings
A future flashes before the young boys eyes
And his father finds him with a smile on his face as he gently cries

A father sits with his father and son on a porch
Staring out at a memory filled scorch
They all sit in silence, seeming to share the same soul
One that will never be hardened into coal

The young boy hands the banjo to his father for a tune
About their family, more perfect than the moon
With a grandma, mother, and baby, all as free as a dove
About their pasts and futures, full of much love

And all of them vow not to forget a thing
And all because the old man found a girl who chose him over a king