For her name was Grace
For her name was Grace And her passion was life For which she deeply believed There was no afterlife If life is a virtue And love a sacrifice Her life was commendable In which she felt chastised For love is not love But merely a thought A flame put out By the rancor of lust For that eternal flame Was all that she hoped for Somewhere it existed And she knew it in her heart From eternity to eternity That will, that driving force Was her heart’s desire Not just a thought The warm tears that she felt Were merely an embrace Of a life full of promises She once contemplated In her heart she felt a thump Of promised love far too long gone That forever she would remember But time forgot For her name was Grace Her heart’s desire? Was to always embrace Life as a challenge