Mother of grace, won't you wait for me?
I've come to count on your company
Strange as it seems, have back
The heart that you gave to me
Will keep this grief
So try not to breathe
You'll face defeat
With sweet disbelief
How now to drown out
This awful sound?
Those tender young throats
That you spoke about
Open your mouth
And what have we left
To be proud about?
Your wounds do wield
And your knees went week
You'll face this grief
With weary relief
While we love strangers of sympathy
Grace in the face of catastrophe
Let me be weak
And grieve not
The ways that
We used to be
Give back the ring
And gather your things
We'll face this grief
With sweet disbelief
We'll face defeat
With weary relief