Grace

I followed this bell, into the valley of loss
Entered the absence through a crack in the shell
Waited so long for the destruction of dreams And waiting for the clarity that could never fail

Though I try, still the rain's a fact
On a street that runs in every direction
After the absence of your violent grace
Racing black and fiery in pursuit of perfection

Oh, and god – when I can see the kites
Like hot prayers rising in the steam of the night
Let me rise to understand – by convection
Now the horror is vision and a sacred infection



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Robert Lindsay, Ross Alasdair Duffy, Benjamin John Duffy, Daniel Fenech-soler
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