In Grace Your elegance awakens me stirring the spirit
Our vows were never broken nor the memories
Metal detectors and locked rooms political correctness ruining our schools zero tolerance for crayon guns higher learning dumbing our young
Forgiveness is never forgiven in the gallows of revenge pulling the lever
If I were your knight I would have armor of gold and surrender my heart
The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers
Burning cries of torment from the forsaken
Your elegance stirs the spirit of desire as your beauty
You’re the essence in love the poem in my heart
There’s no need to take cover the morning light cast no shadows on love
I confess my love for all to see I ask for your hand
Life In Prison my gun is loaded with anguish that will never end cocking the hammer
Grasping your portrait in my sleep I love you madly
if I tie my feelings to your dreams would you share them
Wanting you from afar with rhymes of passion I dare not speak my feelings
