Woorden: Anacrusis. Grateful.

I sense the tension a thickness in the air
The filthy air of our morality
Misplaced affection in lost and lonely stares
Where urge ignores morality

I sense confusion, suspicion in the air
Untreated wounds of some dishonesty
Seeking comfort, the strength of friendly ties
Only truth can heal insecurity

But I'm grateful to be far from harm
Safe within peaceful arms
Grateful knowing safety's warmth
And I'm grateful not to have to face these days alone

I'm grateful
Grateful
Grateful
Grateful

I'm grateful
Grateful
Grateful
Grateful

But I'm grateful to be far from harm
Safe within peaceful arms
Grateful knowing safety's warmth
And I'm grateful not to have to face these days alone