He's now somewhere between the sea and the sky
Where the sun reveals an end of a lie
Where your mom never tells you that she would be proud
If you had a degree, if you bought her a house
Money and fame- those two words don't exist
Where you find in a second why you've been dismissed
Where everyone listens and no one disturbs
While you're playing your music at the end of a burst
Because It's grace, and it's divine
If your soul is bread, your music is wine
Where silence is born and a joke's often spoken
Where you can repair in a blink what was broken
Forgiveness and kindness are all you deserve
Who are you, where from, you don't need to prove
There is no sorrow no anger no blame
You don't have distractions in the face of the shame
Where power is hidden in the most gentle soul
Where the butterflies endlessly fly on their own
Because It's grace, and it's divine
If your soul is bread, your music is wine
