Wait For Sleep

Written by：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 chains

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