Way to Grace

Silence and a starry sky,

cool air on your face,

don't you wish that you could fly

and find you way to grace?

Oxygen and arteries 

and words caught in your throat

and all the times that you found me

inside the notes you wrote

amount to lore and fairly tails

and truths too dark to light.

I am each breath that you inhale. 

I am your moon at night.

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"I don't want to breathe without you. You're my oxygen." New Found Glory Oxygen