These days
I can feel your presence,
as often as I breathe
Sound of the heaven.
Am I too overwhelmed?
Or am I starting to believe
I began to look around
I felt the quintessence.

These days I tumble a little too much,
But I never fell.
Is that your hand that grabbed mine?
I felt so strong, I came outta the shell.

Is that your grace
that has no voice?
But it's still heard,
Is that your grace
that I feel these days?
A feeling of longing
A caring touch.

Stars that I see at night
Wake up with them too,
A feeling that I can't describe
So wistful
To be true.

With a blue smile
I begin each day,
With the only Hope
It's called your "Grace".