Worn out, wasted, like a bird with broken wings.
Sometimes grace reminds me,
I don't get to be the King.
But love, it washes over,
Love, it pulls me closer.
Love, it changes everything.
So everything is beautiful,
Even when the tears are falling,
I don't need a miracle to believe.
Even in the crashing down,
I can hear redemption calling,
And everything is beautiful to me.
Sweetly, You release me,
from the weight of what I've done.
The trigger trips the hammer,
But the bullets never come.
And love is like a landslide,
Like the wind, spins around me,
pulls me in, at it's unveiling, I begin.
Sometimes grace reminds me,
I don't get to be the King.
But love, it washes over,
Love, it pulls me closer.
Love, it changes everything.
So everything is beautiful,
Even when the tears are falling,
I don't need a miracle to believe.
Even in the crashing down,
I can hear redemption calling,
And everything is beautiful to me.
Sweetly, You release me,
from the weight of what I've done.
The trigger trips the hammer,
But the bullets never come.
And love is like a landslide,
Like the wind, spins around me,
pulls me in, at it's unveiling, I begin.
Everything Is Beautiful - Starfield
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Hello, September. Sorry that I'm a tad delayed. Been in a bit of a puzzle, you see. I will be back, no doubt, but you may have to wait on me once again. Sorry.
LOL, Sarah.
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