Grace

I realised I only heard one side of the story

A tale of a war with no hope and no glory

Of struggles and battles and shots in the dark

But there’s never a fire without a first spark

I’d judged them as guilty without a defence

Believing the spin of the allegėd offence

I’d placed the great noose over their head

Without hearing their version I’d pronounced them as dead

I never weighed up the evidence quite as I ought’a

Now things come to light blows my case outta the water

My unswerving belief is starting to crack

And I’m wanting to haul every thought and word back

I trusted the person and ignored the whole scene

I wasn’t as open as I should have been

I’m a little more wise now and a lot less naive

I’ve been covered with grace and have a reprieve.