in amongst the beautiful       morning veil of white light       in a moments passing       when we were both so young       in-between the empty spaces       of the unseen, unspoken, undone       intertwined with the mysteries       of the defied, defined, decided       innocence coiled inside shadows of doubt       intervals of silence and screams that cry out          my god, what have I become       cherub, teach me how to fly again       teach me the hymns that the clarions play       write down the words to the psalms they say       see me through this          suddenly gone from the sky       into the light blue horizon       beyond that of what we know       to be the limits end          islands of secret hope go unseen       gardens of reason wither and die          in a moment of weakness       we can behold, believe and belong       in a moment of strength       we can retreat, retrieve, release, repent          my god, what have I become       cherub, teach me how to fly again       teach me the hymns that the clarions play       write down the words to the psalms they say       see me through this       show me the way