When he passes me by He's a ray of light Like the first drop of sun From the sky And I know he's a king Who deserves a queen But I'm not a queen And he doesn't see me When he dances He moves me to a smile And I see everything Near him shine There's a grace in his ways That I can't contain I haven't that grace Oh, I haven't that grace And the closer he gets I can't help but hide So ashamed Of my body and voice There are boundaries We pass in spite of the war But our own We can't seem to cross She has a way that surrounds her So delicate With a glory that reigns in her life She is also so much that she is not These things I can't see
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