This hand, this face, this grace,
Beseech me
Your glory has been found
Your strength put on show

When you are gone the world lies flat
The eagles walk
The lion stays silent in its den
The world is not at it's norm

When you utter no words
The quiet is deafening
These moments expand through the unknown
Finger on the trigger, waiting for explosion

When you are near and in comfort
All is still and song appears
A noise heard only in love
Heard only by the lucky

When that smile sits upon your face
The glow drives outwards
Happiness is spread around
Covering the area of devastation

A fifty fifty world now left flat
No grace, no face, no smile
For you are gone
And the world is plain again