Grace

An ancient desertion left me diseased
I was cannon fodder, waiting for release
I came to your city, got lost in the sea
And slept off the smell of a dead century
You pulled me from rooftops you woke me from sleep
Before i could know you it was time to leave
It wasn’t ‘til later that I realized
That i had found grace in your brown angel-eyes
So much is wrong with an early goodbye
But maybe i’ll see you again sometime