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   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