Swan of grace?

Hold your chin up high

Don’t speak

Don’t cry

Keep paddling by

They can never know why that road

Makes you halt. and falter

Even after all the years that have gone by

The storm underneath

Should not work its way to the surface

But storms often come without warning

Do not burst.

Slow down. Let yourself skip a beat.

A little taste of the water will melt away some of the heat.

The spell of grace can break

every once in a while