Through the clouds,
I'm falling and the world outside
Is sifting down the greys to whites,
Then quickly whites to greys,
We're out and free but now around,
Are fleeting structures in the air,
Pretty pillars - bastions with flair.

I try to walk on painful stones beside,
The water's glory bare before my eyes,
Whisper, whisper, why do you speak in rhymes?

I thank the LORD your rhymes find ends in Him,
To Him my ears are clear to Your beauty,
To Him my eyes are clear to Your beauty.