Anthony Ruptak - Grace

Grace, you made it this far
You've got your friends and your kids sweating bullets
On the front of your lawn
Hey, would you give the church a call
Tell them I don't wanna go to heaven
I don't wanna meet god anymore

Grace, you'll make a hell of a song
But in your brain, carcinomas take the place
Of your rights and your wrongs
Rain finally begins to fall
It rolls down your face before you disappear
Behind the hospice walls

Faith, well its a hell of a drug
You need a little more every time
Unless you give it up
And face the music on your own
Or fit yourself into a life where you never felt you belonged

Written by:
Kyle Ruptak

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