And in Between was Grace

Ever marred by crashing of the unrelenting waves.

My past is just a burden, my future, weaving fates

And through it all, that tangled ball... In between was Grace

Leave me with these memories, while you go on and grow.

Eventually it would happen, I knew you'd need to go.

Even as I reap the light that in me you did sow

Grace is fleeting, and what that means is I shouldn't stop your flow.

Remember you can call me if things seem out of place

And when you're feeling lonely, I hope you see my face

Can I just say that yours and mine was a friendship worth the chase?

Every tangled fear, through all these tears, in between was Grace.