Grace

I followed this bell into the valley of loss
Entered the absence through a crack in the shell
Waited so long for the destruction of dreams
And waiting for the clarity that can never fail

Though I try still the rain's a fact
On a street that runs in every direction
After the absence of your violent grace
Racing black and fiery in pursuit of perfection

Oh and god when I can see the kites
Like hot prayers rising in the steam of the night
Let me rise to understand by convection
Now the horror is vision and a sacred infection