With you

 I've dined with kings

And diced with death

That Martyrdom brings

I've sliced the breath of the holy spirit

And cut off the wings

Of the one with forked tongue

I've discovered poles and mountains high

I think I've the strength left

To reach the otherside

But before I passover 

That lonely stile

Come give me a kiss

For the extra mile

I'd walk it to you

If you ring true

Like a glass that sings

Like a queen bee's hymns

As she cleans her hive

I've only wished to be alive

But with or without you is the issue

It is the great question of our lives