Her eyes lighted up like the endless sky
Only blurred by tears and citylights
That evening she wondered if she would fall or fly
But instead of testing it, she gaped at the night
Something between a prayer and a a song rolled over her lips
Wanting to meet the one going up in heavily clouds
Wanting to escape the burning and the ache
Yet accepting her tiring fate
And whatever comes tomorrow is allright
Whatever she can't fight
Whatever makes her scream or silent
Whatever makes the stories quiet
It's all been carried before, she just holds on to a wounded hand
Blind in her souls dark
Following the spark of his touch
Walking the path underneath an endless sky
