Rocking Chair

Face as pale as white
Eyes as white as day
Heart so close to gone
Body as close to decay
She sits in her chair, she'll rock back and forth
She hums and old song while she sits by her porch
No stars, no light, no faces she can see
She relys on her hearing and feeling to please
The meadows sway left, and the water rushes right
It paints a picture in her head, but still as black as night
She crys to herself, in a moment, the world stops
Her heart with no beat, her chair with no rock
Finally she can see again, and everything is white
She whispers to an angel, "this is heaven right?"