• who am i 2 denine th grace that sores above in th sky
    i reach my hand up streach an try 2 touch u
    but u pay no mind 2 me
    u stay up there an sore
    2 touch such a thing
    a simble of th word [grace]
    th few who try
    an eaven think 2 take u away
    would be a crime
    u r aware of th danger
    but still pay no no mind
    u just sore
    so i neal before u
    in only respect