Under a Low-Ceilinged Sky

I give to the wind a beautiful thing
 Something beautiful I have made
 May it go where I cannot
 And never tire, never fade
 And may the winds of heaven take it far
 And the clouds not bar the way
 May it take my heart around the earth
 And redeem these feet of clay
 We are men with brave dreams
 Who often fear to try
 We are men who face the world
 Yet cannot fathom why
 And though we say we love the truth
 We embrace the well-spoken lie
 For we are men who live and men who die
 Under a low-ceilinged sky
 I want to learn the meaning of things
 I need to know where to begin
 I'd like to try to measure time
 Before eternity takes me in
 I want to live by things that I believe
 I believe in love and grace
 But sometimes heaven is so far away
 And the earth is a hollow place
 We are men with hard lives
 And many tears we cry
 We are men who long for sleep
 Yet have no lullaby
 We move along paths of madness
 Only time can justify
 For we are men who live and men who die
 Under a low-ceilinged sky
 Sometimes I rise up out of this night
 On better days when the wind is just right
 Sometimes I think I see the face of God
 When the moon shines just enough light
 We are men with bold hearts
 Seeking more than meets the eye
 We are men with folded wings
 Trying to remember how to fly
 For we dream the dreams of angels
 And in our hearts we stand on high
 Though we are men who live and men who die
 Under a low-ceilinged sky