The grace in your eyes,

The beauty in your touch,

Grants me the peace

To go on in a world

That is such

A place so seemingly devoid

Of purpose and of truth

And tempts me to

Loosen my grip

On all that is holy and pure

But the grace in your eyes,

The beauty in your touch,

Grants me the peace

To go on in a world

That is such 

A place now seemingly filled

With hope, joy and love.