Fall To Grace
Johnny's up on the ledge again
Third time this year
Looking for a glimpse of beauty
That will drag him back down
But it's a gloomy Glasgow morning
And all he sees is misery and despair
God's curious creation
Has never looked so bleak
No kids at play, no laughter in the air
Just sullen, worn-out faces
And poverty everywhere
It's a life sentence Johnny knows only to well
But he puts his right foot forward
And finally escapes from his cell
Freedom courses through his veins
As he hurtles towards the ground
A five-second thrill ride
To end his years of hell
Copyright © Kevin Mcallion | Year Posted 2008
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