Out of myself, but wanting to go beyond that, wanting what I see in your eyes,
not power, but to kiss the ground
with the dawn breeze for company, wearing white pilgrim cloth.
I have a certain knowing. Now I want sight.
Out of myself, but wanting to go beyond that, wanting what I see in your eyes,
not power, but to kiss the ground
with the dawn breeze for company, wearing white pilgrim cloth.
I have a certain knowing. Now I want sight.