Spirit of Grace

My figure represent your pain
My image reflects your suffering
In my body the scars of time
In my voice your dejection
My vests hide a dying fading life
And by his wound you’ll see
My blood is flowing
In deep shadows I wait
In my hate you’ll find yourself
From my hand you’ll feel the force
Rage will be the one that will bring you deception
And you’ll kneel behind me
And you’ll cry with your eyes tired of distress
In deep shadows I wait thru my memories
Before dishearted and unarmed time
I slip down with your tears
Because I am the cries of your eyes
In the path of time I walk wounded by disease
Carrying my spirit thru the end