Cloud Of Unknowing Testo

Trust can make a man into a wood, trust can make a man green
An everything that longs to Be
Broken and small enough to see
To be held in his hands
To be a part and yet alone
Here he is, reaching for...the speed of light
Here he is, reaching for...the sound of forgiveness
Now wounding 'round the waterfront she listens for a voice
A sign of Mother God, a sign of God the lad
I long to enter you with gentleness and compassion
But sorrow is always an open door
I know many days go by and I forget to look up at the stars
I forget there are stars, I forget there is the rest
Thin threads of light follow you around
Through the pale blue, down your skin
Down your skin