My longing is a paper kite
Tied to a stone craving flight
I tried to live in light
I tried to live in light alone
If the dead can live again
As when winter turns to spring
Then resurrect my hope, my love
And make my spirit sing
Take me to The House of Grace
Where The Children of the Morning sing:
“No one can live in light alone
No one can live in light alone
No one can live in light alone
No one can live in light alone
No one can live in light alone
No one can live in light alone”
My longing is a paper kite
Tied to a stone craving flight
I tried to live in light
No one can live in light alone