• Amazing grace how sweet the sound
    that saved a wretch like me...
    I'd heard it all a million times
    these lines in front I see
    Singing soothing choral rhyme
    melodic prose of praise
    Lordship borrowed churning chime
    followed through for days

    I know not of any god above
    who grants his children amnesty
    Wringing the necks of the innocent
    There is but one sound to set me free
    She lies in my mind, dove wing sent
    Her mantle that of an hierophant saint
    Who's hand so warm and lent
    Divine whispers singing without taint

    The verses wrought with white gold
    Body twisting mangled breath
    Ringing from my ears balcony
    Guiding chorus in life and of death
    Wings peripheral visionary sanctity
    Silky flow gown strewn far behind
    Striking chords or selfless victory
    This effervescent glow beyond my mind

    I was the wretch, rescued from hell
    The pit dug with nary shovel or plow
    Save me, save me, I'm pulled ashore
    This angelic figure found me, somehow
    This radical dreamer, fanciful lore
    Her clasped crimson don of bold parade
    Show for the ages, lost no more
    Mystic connection, reflection I've made

    Plucking masterfully of the harp
    It might as well have been my heart
    The way she captures my every emotion
    For I, the audience know not where to start
    In this twisting twirling sea of devotion
    Plastered along the mask benign fallows
    Statuesque petrification tepid distortion
    Loneliness hanged with white gold gallows


    I owe her my life, for she bought it
    traded with heart jewels and mind stones
    Past sins vanish no need for repentance
    In death her voice shall seep from my bones
    Blinded only by fleeted seeing resonance
    Warm fragile host for precious soul
    Penultimate fate belonging final acceptance
    My second half, the one who makes me whole.