grace
you haven't let me go yet
although i've thought you might
or you should, or any minute now
we'd know the meaning of the last straw
but this morning you were still there
grace is new again
i heard it in the wind
heard it from a friend last night
and felt it in the morning
if you were more like me
we wouldn't be having this conversation
we wouldnt be sitting here laughing
because you would have given up
back at one of those times when i did
but this morning you were still there
grace is new again
every morning we start again
and you dont ever run dry
or run out
or run off
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