The Fall From Grace

The sound outside You can almost taste The echo in the alley Spits back in your face You wipe your flesh clean The shame is no disgrace Rags thick with holy stain Scraping off a fall from grace Souls almost perfect Write the rules, fix the race Numbers on your chest Sweat to keep pace Orphans on the sidewalk Wave and plead their case The voices of desire Celebrate the fall from grace Whispers of forgiveness Crowd the streets fill the bars Applause and half price drinks Share a toast to fallen stars The poetry that sin seeks The music that regret fears Become lightning in your mouth And thunder in your ears The lazy faithful sleep In beds that share no space The stillness with the danger No one ever can replace Darkness without fear A children’s game of chase Growing old by taking notes Of how to fall from grace The hollow feel Of an empty embrace Is the only sacrament From the fall from grace