take the darkest moments
look to the heavens
the rarest jewels, stars.

take the wettest of days
look to the heavens
the rarest jewels, tears of the sky

take the brightest of clear days
look to the heavens
the rarest of jewels, the sun

take the lowest of moments
look to the heavens,
the rarest of loves, you

All looking down on
this wreck of human flesh,
decay is okay as long as it won't stay
or stink, or turn black, the pink,
part that still has a pulse from the heart.

Roll back the cuff, cut it off if you must,
please tell me, you feel a pulse, touch me.