We are told grief changes people.
It makes us care.
It stands above us like a steeple.
It storms louder than we can bear.
But, I tell you today;
That grief doesn’t work that way.
It silently streams through your veins.
Changes every breath you take.
Grief will choke you.
She will wrap her venom around you.
But, what you will remember
Is just how it made you feel.
If she hasn’t made you re-evaluate
If she didn’t make you sin
If she hadn’t left you distrait
Have you really anything within?
The tales of the brotherhood of man
The lies told to us to change our ways
If we go back to where it all began;
All we ever needed was just a little bit of ‘grace’.