In fear I was running from you I was trying to cheat you, deceive you But each day my knees so stubborn Left their prints upon the sky You caught me, oh heavenly Rider You trampled and you stood on me I fell down smitten by grace Like the smoke when the winds bends it I lack word to rise from underneath you And my speech is getting heavier and heavier Does one have to lose all the words To regain the words like a soul? So one must go beyond oneself And oneself to your words entrust If that's needed, trample to the bottom I am nothing more than your warrior I know this, and no more revelations Neither eyes nor my ears are demanding Having once made a choice forever I must choose a new every moment