Perhaps it was when I let go of the past
That I stepped out from beneath the cloak
Beneath the warm resting place
So laid out with holy hay to please me
Those days in my memory fill this mind
With confusion and misunderstanding
No matter who I turn to in these days
They know not the turmoil I did feel
Of what I once was a true master
Now I look upon for no more
Not for lack of interest, true it not here
But for a displacement of my desires
I have moved on with passions
Into realms to you unknown
But this hardly make them
Any less of what I harboured inside
Please let me grow now
With the wings that you’ve given me
I’ve loved you for giving me them
Now love me for using them