State of Grace

I know a little place,
Where the limits reach beyond the sky;
Where the stars shine brightly,
And Time holds no grudge.

I know a place where
The wind blows through my hair,
Where the clouds lift my spirit,
Where the waves roar freely.

I know a place
Where dreams have no limit,
Where nothing's impossible,
Where everything's infinite.

I know a place
Where everyone knows my name,
And I know theirs.
Where I feel safe and loved.

I know a place where
Treason and tyrants can't show their face.
Where fear and hate have no existence.
Nothing there's artificial, nor corrupted.

A place where
The wolf lays with the lamb;
The cheetah with the kid;
And the lion and the ox
Share a box of straw.

I wanna go home...
...Back to the State of Grace...

I wanna go home...
...Where I know I'm warm and safe...

I wanna go home...
...Back to the State of Grace...
I wanna go home, home, home...

I want to go... HOME

Jade Smith ~ March 12, 2001