Have you seen behind the screen
That severs life from art?
Or do you see the same as me,
Completeness come apart?
And who am I to qualify
The contents of your heart?

Its a simple understanding
Of the way you hand it over
And hold on to it, too
With the lightness of a feather
Its the web that ties together
What is true

Make it happen
Make it happen
Create the night anew
Its a hymn to the grace
Thats found a place in you

Could I look into a book
And find the answer there?
Or do the angels prearrange
An eye for what is rare?
And would the prize anaesthetise
The ache that makes me share?

Its a simple understanding
Of the way you hand it over
And hold on to it, too
With the lightness of a feather
Its the web that ties together
What is true

See the others flappin
With their fingers snappin
Tryin to make it happen, too...
Its a hymn to the grace
Thats found a place in you.