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 Her 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 letter 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 good In my heart, in my heart of the world Thanks for watching!