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.
