I cannot see the bouquets strewn along the way
nor feel the presence of your words touching
the shallows of my heart's still beatings

I cannot reach the heights of love's sweet praise
nor step in glory's light along life's well-worn way

There is no sparing to the safe straying along the path
of life's sole stressing, solacing the soul
in caresses soft of our own careless making

I cannot reach the heights of love's sweet depth
nor bask in glory's light along life's well-worn way

When darkness treads the shadowed realm
like soft-pressed foot steps on virgin soil
pressed into forms that angels trod

I cannot stretch to heights of love's sweet rest
nor drench my lore in life's well-worn way

I cannot, I simply, surely cannot