(Kevin Moore)



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 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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