Graces Cradle

You had me there for a moment
In the grip of grace
See I was born on a Sunday
With my mother's face
And as I grew I got restless
For something to distract
Then I went out with my eyes open wide
I won't be coming back

Was I supposed to kneel and pray
And bend until I fit the shape you gave me?
Just cos you made me?
Was I supposed to heed the word
Obey and live to serve with good behaviour?
Well he's not my Saviour

He held me down for a minute
In the grip of hate
He took my world in one motion
As something to obtain
And as a I grew I knew better
And I was never alone
So I go out with the angels above
To bring the devil home

Was I supposed to lie and stare
A body left in disrepair can fake it
If you can take it
Was I supposed to trade my will
Be silent in this den of ill intention
Without objection

You had me there for one second
You saw a flicker there
You bound my heart like a fracture
Precious in your care
But as you grew you got tired
I was a heavy load
So you went out for the very last time
You're never coming home

Am I supposed feel this way
A tangled web of disarrayed divisions
All bad decisions
I'll drift until I find my way
And stumble till I fall from grace's cradle
Proud and unstable

I feel the weight of all these strings
A thousands wings to break me and to take me
To take me
And as I lie beneath the trees
I feel their eyes are watching me
I watch right back for I am sick of dreaming
If come back a second time
To sing this sullen lullaby
Then this is where you'll find me softly sleeping