And maybe the world is unkind
And maybe we can't understand
And maybe the cracks in the pavement are meant to be ignored until we trip
And maybe the daisies between them aren't art, but life surrounded by inescapable loneliness
And maybe crying is a gift
And maybe voices are a burden
And maybe fires burn when the world stops turning
And maybe skies weren't made for stars
And maybe this universe isn't ours
And maybe when we wake up we will see that time has left our scars
And maybe we can't hide them when the trial comes
And maybe I can't explain all the things I've done
But maybe Grace is enough
And maybe Grace is enough