From Way up Here

From way up here, as far as you can see
From way up here it's beautiful indeed
From way up here the world is calm and strange
From way up here can't even see the pain…

Of faces held up to the sky in fearful prayers for peace
No prison holes, no tortured souls waiting for release

From way up here the world is very small
From way up here you wouldn't know at all…

That children weep, their voices strained
They are so far away
Beneath the clouds on dusty plains, where thousands die each day

From way up here I almost could believe in this blue ball as fragile as a leaf

But down below creation groans
And every living thing must run beneath the blood red moon and never find relief

From way up here it's beautiful indeed
From way up here, oh
From way up here