Grace
Give me some goddamn grace, enough to see this through
When I think of you
It's just all black and blue
Filled with rage, vision's askew
I want to see past this
I want to be past you
In this resurrection, I want to be anew
The past is just filled death
Just like it, so are you
Filled with rage, vision's askew
I want to be past this
I want to be past you
Give me praying hands and not clenched fists
I'm choosing clarity, not bitterness
Let me genuflect and take in my own faults
Rise up with purpose, you won't see me fall
Head held high, confidence built up
You've given me the challenge to take back what is mine
Give me some GODDAMNFUCKINGGRACE
Autor(es): Rikki Vanderpol, Thomas Vanderpol
