Two Moons

Hmmm I don't know how to describe this one.

Beautiful Faces
And beautiful places
But not a soul to see
A trip to the waters edge
Seems to be like looking over a ledge
Where humanity will be

Through rain, and snow, and sleet
Strangers keep passing by
A dead void in their eye
Blank expressions
Meeting blank expressions

An endless cycle
Where no one knows
Where to go
But still simply follow the crowd
Never questioning, never stopping
And only moving

People go on
Day by day
Ultimately uncaring
While voices remain unheard,
Actions never thought
With many hurting
And few working
To really understand
What it's like
To walk two moons
In someone's shoes