Grace

There’s the moon asking to stay

Long enough for the clouds to fly me away

Well it’s my time coming I’m not afraid

Afraid to die

My fading voice sings of love

But she cries to the clicking of time

Wait in the fire

And she weeps on my arm

Walking to the bright lights in sorrow

Oh drink a bit of wine we both my go tomorrow

Oh my love

And the rain is falling

And I believe my time has come

It reminds me of the pain I might leave

Leave behind

Wait in the fire

And I feel them drown my name

So easy to know and forget with this kiss

I’m not afraid to go

But it goes so slow

So slow

Wait in the fire