Up and up I go beyond blue
white hugging my wings
a soft caress of coolness
Ah, the reverence of these things.
The presence of this soaring soul
amongst God's heavenly glory
eases this painful pestilence
this love drenched yearning worry.
I'm not allowed to know now
when you'll love me true
I hasten in my lust filled hurt
to be filled with you
through and through.