Grace
Sounds of fevered grace,
That echoed in the night.
Waves of gentle pain,
That kept reality in sight.
It used to feel so sweet,
I could never get enough.
But now there’s to much heat,
Now the pain’s to rough.
Why do you hurt me?
I just don’t understand.
Your face wears a smile,
Your eyes still demand.
Smokey dreams of passion,
Where you never seem to be.
Dreams that fill my mind
And tell me that I’m free.
Until my eyes are opened,
And see where you still lay.
Makes me wish the night
Would become my day.
That echoed in the night.
Waves of gentle pain,
That kept reality in sight.
It used to feel so sweet,
I could never get enough.
But now there’s to much heat,
Now the pain’s to rough.
Why do you hurt me?
I just don’t understand.
Your face wears a smile,
Your eyes still demand.
Smokey dreams of passion,
Where you never seem to be.
Dreams that fill my mind
And tell me that I’m free.
Until my eyes are opened,
And see where you still lay.
Makes me wish the night
Would become my day.
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