And with that, you sold yourself short of that which you've Shown me so much of. That very Same grace
There was so much wind On the glass in our room At the end of the hallway The windows were battered Inside and out by Immense and handmoving Waves and words of grace
And when we walked I held your hand And I swore you Could have Stood on your own With your Beauty and your grace
And now, when we sit With our legs crossed On your second bed I can stare into your Eyes and feel at home, I can look at you And fill my gaze with All of your different Little beauties And all of your breathtaking grace.