Saving Grace

Awakening each day, gripped by uncertainties of what is ahead
The uncertainties that puts anxieties into every decisions to be made,
No matter how big or small the matter, the future presence is bleak
Though it may seems secured, but a tiny crack, will cause it to break within,
No matter how careful, or how careless, a decision may still lead to disaster
For the expectation is far mightier than what the results may present later.

Did we kill ourselves slowly, surely, eventually, with our own fear
Did we throw aside, everything so simple and precious, so wonderful and so dear,
Just because yesterday, we slept with a heavy burden upon our chest
We have questions swimming in our head, and we wouldn't rest,
When we wake in the morning, our heart is pounding so hard
We are feeling to restless, we don't even know where to start,
For we fear that our expectations are going to fall short
The future will eventually be distorted, regardless of all efforts.

We stopped in our steps, we sit back, gripped our soul
We stopped the car, we slumped back, where to go,
We racked our mind, to find the solutions, of what to do
We searched our heart, to find the peace, before the body turn cold,
Before, we take a big leap of faith, and give in all to fate
Before, we leave behind, every dream that has been created.

Hope that it is never too late, to take a breather, and look around us
To see everything and everyone else who walk amongst,
The more cruder awakenings each day, that plague everyone else
But we see not, nor understand, how they could go about in disguise,
Perhaps it is a choice, a terribly hard decision to be made
Maybe bitter sweet surrender, or simply relieved to sleep in a bed,
To have a tiny bite of the bread crust and a trickling of water
To have that last penny saved in the pocket, for later.

One has not yet die, and will always have one saving grace
There will be many crossroads to wade,
Many consequences to be accountable for
Every step of the way, there will be more and more,
Crude and cruel, cold and shameful
Bold and vibrant, dull and wonderful,
However, the eyes see, the heart perceive
The soul and the spirit will receive....

The saving grace
Which will lead away from the cold tombed grave,
The saving grace
A slow and steady, painful race.

Wake up in the morning, gripped by fear still
Mustered up the courage, strengthen the will,
The future is not as bad as been imagined
The presumptions are just horrible culprits,
But they will never leave
These thieves,
But don't let them rob the saving grace
Hold onto it, in tight embrace.