But the feeling is gone
God, give me the power
She's been trying to link again
Where images and words are running deep
She stares at the ceiling
With wings up in heaven
Palm of her hand to my head
And call life from a cold metal frame
And lays her body on the bed
Now and forever curled in my heart
And tries not to think
So quietly she lays and waits for sleep
Or here, lying in bed
In with the ashes
She has too much pride to pull
The sheets above her head
And ashes can't answer her pain
Hoping that the memory
Or up with the smoke from the fire
She shuts the doors and lights
And pictures the chains
To take breath from a breeze
Will leave her spirit soon
And water can't cover her memory