she may have been the sunset for majesty and power, completely and utterly awed
she may have been a breezy day for easy and free feelings, to teach me how to let go, give up
she may have been the storms and rain to remind me of God
but Grace, she will always be the night sky, that when I look up
I feel my nobility and humanity, the whole universe applauds
I can hardly move for my own significance in this cold, unfeeling air.
******* hell. She's always there. She's always there.