From the handle I hold above the swing,

I watch with young eyes o' sky blue.

As I cling for dear life, the whisper inside

Saying, "O, a day so young with peace",

Not a tear runs down my cheek.

My heart frozen in the face of days to come,

I look up, a sky passing above.

My heart lets out, but days come old...

Looking down is the sharp but soothing grass,

Looking around is the fence of the earth;

Joy gone inside me, before the day dawns.

Not a thought of naught in me, but flight

To the dear place oh so far above the skies,

Where eternal being there is to carry me.