Saving Grace

The music fails to make me see,
All the things that I could be.
I fall into that perfect beat,
But rising from hell’s an impossible feat.
The music is steady and oh so slow.
I’ve been cut open, my blood flows.
Stitch me up; turn it up.
Press repeat don’t let it stop.

The rhythm changes, now it’s fast.
No time left to think of the past.
I’m consumed by this wild beat,
I can’t help but move my feet.
Louder now the music grows.
Less and less my blood flows.
Blood is stanched, wounds are healed.
The magic behind the lyrics revealed.

At first the meaning wasn’t clear,
But now it helps to calm my fears.
I’ve been changed by what I’ve heard.
I’m flying high, just like a bird.
I refuse to slow my pace,
This music is my saving grace.