The Rider

In fear I was running from you
I was trying to cheat you, deceive you
But each day my knees so stubborn
Left their prints upon the sky

You caught me, oh heavenly Rider
You trampled and you stood on me
I fell down smitten by grace
Like the smoke when the winds bends it

I lack word to rise from underneath you
And my speech is getting heavier and heavier
Does one have to lose all the words
To regain the words like a soul?

So one must go beyond oneself
And oneself to your words entrust
If that's needed, trample to the bottom
I am nothing more than your warrior

I know this, and no more revelations
Neither eyes nor my ears are demanding
Having once made a choice forever
I must choose a new every moment