I know a girl who is dying.
She can almost measure her mortality at an arm's length.
Her doctors say it's cancer; she thinks it's God's little joke.
She's scared.
I want to know what to tell her.
this is my heaven
these are my skies
i'm watching the world spin
dizzy with life
there hangs the dark moon
there falls the sun light
under this heaven
i stop to die
here is my heaven
this is my view
outside the window
beauty remains true
colors are screaming
into my eyes
under this heaven
i start to cry
i surrender
i rescind
take the fetters
keeping me in
this is your heaven
these are your skies
i'm watching the world spin
dizzy with life
there hangs the wild moon
here falls the starlight
under this heaven
you gave me life