My longing is a paper kite Tied to a stone craving flight. I tried to live in light, I tried to live in light alone. If the dead can live again, As when winter turns to spring, Then resurrect my hope, my love, And make my spirit sing. Take me to The House of Grace Where The Children of the Morning sing: "No one can live in light alone No one can live in light alone No one can live in light alone No one can live in light alone No one can live in light alone No one can live in light alone" My longing is a paper kite Tied to a stone craving flight. I tried to live in light, No one can live in light alone.