Grace - Hiss Golden Messenger

Candle for the gone ones, 'nother for the lost ones

Couldn’t find their way out and bent until they were broken

A candle for the babies crying in the darkness

What do we tell them but hold on a little longer

Candle for the poets who sing that rock of ages (sing that rock of ages)

Believe it or not, babe, there’s no way to make it plainer

A candle for the teachers that speak in simple phrass (speak in simple phrases)

Good morning, childrn, it’s time to write the pages

Grace

Be honest

Grace

Be honest

Ain’t you glad to be down-hearted

Who can say I’m a black dog humming

Show me how to feel it like the first time

Blow and blow, blow down the door

These old wings don’t suit me no more

Show me how to feel it like the first time

Grace

Be honest

Grace

Be honest

Grace

Be honest, oh na na na

Grace

Be honest

Grace

Be honest, oh na na na

Grace

Be honest

Grace

Be honest