Such as I

Oh passing clouds drifting by

within this long forgotten sky

spare a thought for such as me

whose infinite beauty I cannot see

You sail within a sky of gold

to such as me bitter cold

you watch intently birds on high

to such as me a shapeless cry

But do not weep for such as me

for we see things you cannot see

the shape of things from high on high

Praise be to God for such as I