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 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 tries not to think
And pictures the chain
She's been trying to link
But the time's over again
And water can't cover her deep blue memory
And ashes can't answer her pain
God give her 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. It was. And it will remain in me forever.
Dedication
© Copyright: Хэтфилд, 2006
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