Monke

Monkeys swingin' high, dreams now lie still, Lost in the jungle, shadows feel the chill, Bananas fall to ground, silent mournful sigh, Lonely little hearts, under darkened sky. Oh, they dance and they play, but the end's on its way, In the shadows, they pray, for one more day, Under moonlight's sway, in the jungle's gray, Monkeys cry as they lay, where their spirits decay. Tiny fingers cold, to branches that hold, Whispers of the wind, tales of the old, Eyes once bright now dim, reflecting night's grim, In the heart of the wild, life's on a whim. Oh, they dance and they play, but the end's on its way, In the shadows, they pray, for one more day, Under moonlight's sway, in the jungle's gray, Monkeys cry as they lay, where their spirits decay. Rain falls softly, washing life away, Leaves them searching, for a brighter day, Swinging through sorrow, time starts to fade, In the twilight, they become afraid. Oh, they dance and they play, but the end's on its way, In the shadows, they pray, for one more day, Under moonlight's sway, in the jungle's gray, Monkeys cry as they lay, where their spirits decay. Monkeys in the night, under stars so bright, Carry burdens heavy, into endless night, Their hearts intertwined, in death's quiet fight, Lost in their dreams, till the morning light.