I used to dream that I could fly, njust above the whispered clouds, beneath the somber sky. nI had a dream I was alive, nI dreamt that love would never die. (goodbye) nDreams were cheap and hope was easy...(so light), nthe forgeries of life deceiving...(so bright), nand as I glided to the ground...(so long), ncalcified, the concrete weighed me down... (cruel world). nnYour wings are holding up the sky, ndear God, I had a dreamt that I could fly. nnAlkaline the burning frost, has blistered deep beneath my bones, nAnd winter spat its hatred, cold and coiled, black and deep, nas it called me ever further, where evil burns and never sleeps. nI once had prayers that found no words, fragile things I’ve never spoken, nthrough my lips passed eulogies for all the oaths that I have broken. nAnd still the ghost of hope was haunting, through the dark to save the living, nand still beneath it all I dreamed that God could be forgiving. nnYour wings are holding up the sky, ndear God, I had a dream that I could fly. nnWhen I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. nnI am the worst of all things here, nmy crooked, black, and lying heart still spits its bitter fear. nAnd each and every sparrow, nYou see them flutter to the ground before they die, nSo please God don’t forget me. nnSee from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e’er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? nTo Christ, who won for sinners grace By bitter grief and anguish sore, Be praise from all the ransomed race Forever and forevermore!