Too much Grace.

And were spending hours on what to eat! Ah those graceful ones. Give me a ride so i can soar across that African shore. Let me paint that image in my mind. And the tribe can only find is to bind there love up so close they can remember there love ones and not leave them behind. And then the graceful King sings and he's wondering why they have such far out dreams.
Because we know who made that ant who climbs the fruitful plant and waits as the crumbs fall down by the chicken, who's life has been bound. Oh God let me seek the found. In the noise that the lockers make when they slam and cause that loud sound. I dance, I sing, OH i play that tambourine. NIce crisp and clean. And the graceful one wonders what they have and the he seems to believe. Is any of this real?
And the man who's on the floor says...we all have someone who always prays even on those overcast days.
And he feels a sudden gaze of grace. And is awaken by those aspen trees with those yellow leaves and finally shouts to his God let me survive this, please oh please!

Steven Q-