Grace

<br>there`s the moon asking to stay<br>long enough for the clouds to fly me away<br>well it`s my time coming, i`m not afraid to die<br>my fading voice sings of love, <br>but she cries to the clicking of time<br>oh, time<br><br>wait in the fire...<br><br>and she weeps on my arm<br>walking to the bright lights in sorrow<br>oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow<br>oh my love<br><br>and the rain is falling and i believe <br>my time has come<br>it reminds me of the pain <br>i might leave <br>leave behind<br><br>wait in the fire...<br><br>and i feel them drown my name<br>so easy to know and forget with this kiss<br>i`m not afraid to go but it goes so slow