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"Saving Grace"
The tears fall like rain
Since the last time I saw you
I saw you with her
And a storm started to stir inside
You told me there were others
But in my heart, I didnt believe
One could wound me so deeply
So passionately
So blindly
Your saving grace was fooled by the thunder inside.
I dont believe I can heal
From the damage you
Put me through
Your saving grace was fooled by the gray clouds above.
Here comes the storm
Blistering winds
Blinding rains
Wheres your saving grace now?
The tears wont stop
Falling on my heart,
This window pane
So beautifully broken
Into pieces that once were
So intimately held together
With thoughts and hopes and dreams
That were a mere looking glass into my soul
Your saving grace is gone.
You drug me through the mud,
Leaving me dirty on the outside
And feeling just as dirty on the inside
Cross your heart and pray
Pray that this beautiful wreckage
Can be salvaged
That there is something still beautiful inside
Because that will be your saving grace.
No one can peer through this window anymore
You came through like a tornado
Vicious whirlwinds howling
Breaking me
Shattering me
Your beautiful window pane
Your beautifully broken window pane.
Your saving grace.
Who could ever be this window panes
Saving grace now?
The tears fall like rain
Since the last time I saw you
I saw you with her
And a storm started to stir inside
You told me there were others
But in my heart, I didnt believe
One could wound me so deeply
So passionately
So blindly
Your saving grace was fooled by the thunder inside.
I dont believe I can heal
From the damage you
Put me through
Your saving grace was fooled by the gray clouds above.
Here comes the storm
Blistering winds
Blinding rains
Wheres your saving grace now?
The tears wont stop
Falling on my heart,
This window pane
So beautifully broken
Into pieces that once were
So intimately held together
With thoughts and hopes and dreams
That were a mere looking glass into my soul
Your saving grace is gone.
You drug me through the mud,
Leaving me dirty on the outside
And feeling just as dirty on the inside
Cross your heart and pray
Pray that this beautiful wreckage
Can be salvaged
That there is something still beautiful inside
Because that will be your saving grace.
No one can peer through this window anymore
You came through like a tornado
Vicious whirlwinds howling
Breaking me
Shattering me
Your beautiful window pane
Your beautifully broken window pane.
Your saving grace.
Who could ever be this window panes
Saving grace now?
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This looks familiar. LOL. Glad you joined and I look forward to more works
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