she arrests innocence
in the calm of her embrace
but like the flicker of a flame
it fights and then it fades
the light grows dim
hold your head up high
her smile is breaking through the night
the sky caught word of her favorite color
when it rises
i can still see her
her life planted seeds
our tears now water them
up from the ground
grows a most redemptive sound
weeping, laughter, and love abounds
hold on for grace like the dawn
is coming
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