Version 1:
Purity my soul may now not find
Buried far beneath where I can reach
Whole memories fixed firm within my mind
Walls are forged from broken things I ache to breach
Them, yet how can I respire if mother would not teach
Me how to blink away despair of injured wings
Or mend the sighs, love-sick with each
Passing year, the reasons why I've ceased to sing
But mother I can't blame for everything
For my hungry eyes blindness may not claim
Nor may silence be the music that now rings
In my straining ears, there is not mystery
So deep as incarnate light that must learn to love to be
Version 2:
Purity his soul may now not find
Buried far beneath where he can reach
Whole memories fixed firm within his mind
Walls are forged from broken things he aches to breach
Them, yet how can he respire if mother would not teach
Him how to blink away despair of injured wings
Or mend the sighs, love-sick with each
Passing year, the reasons why he's ceased to sing
But mother he can't blame for everything
For his hungry eyes blindness may not claim
Nor may silence be the music that now rings
In his straining ears, there is not mystery
So deep as incarnate light that must learn to love to be
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