Standing by the window Eyes upon the moon Hoping that the memory will leave her spirit alone She shuts the doors and lights And lays her body on the bed Where images and words are running deep She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head So quietly the lays and waits for sleep
She stares at the ceiling And tries not to think And pictures the chain Shes been trying to link again But the feeling is gone
And water cant cover her memory And ashes cant answer her pain God giveme the power to take breath from a breeze And call life from a cold metal frame
In with the ashes Or up with the smoke from the fire With wings up in heaven Or here, lying in bed Palm of her hand to my head Now and forever curled in my heart And the heart of the world
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