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Standing by the window Eyes upon the moon
Hoping that the memory will leave her spirit soon
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 she lays and waits for sleep
She stares at the ceiling And tries not to think
And pictures the chain She's been trying to link again
But the feeling is gone
And water can't cover her memory And ashes can't answer her pain
God give me 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 , lying in bed
Palm of her hand to my head Now forever in my heart
Of the Heart, Of the Heart Of The World