Grateful - Anacrusis

I sense the tension

A thickness in the air

The filthy air of our morality

Misplaced affection

In lost and lonely stares

Where urge ignores morality

I sense confusion

Suspicion in the air

Untreated wounds of some dishonesty

Seeking comfort

The strength of friendly ties

Only truth can heal insecurity

But I’m grateful to be far from harm

Safe within peaceful arms

Grateful knowing safety’s warmth

And I’m grateful not to have to face

These days alone

I’m grateful…

Grateful…

Grateful…

Grateful…

I’m grateful…

Grateful…

Grateful…

Grateful…

But I’m grateful to be far from harm

Safe within peaceful arms

Grateful knowing safety’s warmth

And I’m grateful not to have to face

These days alone