Oh my English!

Just when I was thinking of what to write about.

2 moons has passed,
The third one is coming,
Still each moment that I'm living,
I think to myself if it was worth dying.

Time stood still, the crickets cry,
Take a deep breathe with head held high,
Feel the heartbeat, what peace of mind,
Not all is lost, not all is gone.

1 harvest reaped,
1 harvest sowed,
Thrown into the pit,
Get up in your own.

Sun will rise, sun will set,
Endless troubles not solved yet,
To whom to go, to whom to seek,
Before all hope becomes meek.

So much to learn,
So much to know,
Knowledge is weapon,
So I was told.