(This is a song for all the youth of the world to be graceful and to neer stop dancing, and inspired and dedicated to my favorite artist...SHAKIRA! I am finally going to see her in concert next Tuesday...WOO-HOO!!! ROCK ON!!!) Grace By: Noah Eaton 1/24/02 I approach the bright lights at ease Mothers speaking in my lungs, my father through my throat All my colleagues are lined up like militia Watch, because between the lines I'm going to be making waves Juxtaposing my blessings in this diocese And I will be the vicar forene and convert all my fears Oh, strum my heart like a tuning fork Start me up and I'll show you what this is all for Via media, up above, doesn't matter where I go Wait until I start up the show I'm not crazy, I'm just feeling feisty But I have a right to be once in a while So let me shake my tambourine! I'll shake it up I'll tune it up So turn it up I'm the graceful one! Moth, come and dance with this flame Play by ear, need not pay for this telephone exchange Insert your coins to begin this cycle It's you, me, and the music Here where yield signs are forbidden on my avenues Watch as my legs dissolve like tapioca Repel these tidal waves of metaphors and paint in tempera Be temerarious, vibrate, vibrate, tuck your masks away Would you give anything to be Would you give anything to be? From my toes To my knees To my chest And onto my heart I'm astonished by this beat Cellophane wits and silicone pursuits Solecism one may say, but independence to another Just behold my somatology Just behold how I can move with God! I'll shake it up I'll tune it up So turn it up I'm the graceful one! Sirens used to blind me, the darkness became my exorcist I used to cry a river and live my life like a mad scientist But now I'll be the sommelier, the guest of honor Shilly-shally becomes shimmy when you vacillate You thought your image was Neapolitan ice cream You're everything, so rise to the podium and sing You're the architect, the spitting image The time is now, so let's get to business Some may say I'm selling my soul, but I'm only artistic Drink your ambrosia, assemble your seance Order a search warrant for any of the music in you Rock on, rock lobster, make a replevin Release the music in your soul, let it all out Bury yourself in the power ballad, sweet songbird You've got hands, you've got soul You've got hips that reverberate the living word Shake it up, shake it up, shake it up Shake it up, let your manifesto be accented out loud... I'll shake it up I'll tune it up So turn it up I'm the graceful one! I'll shake it up You know, you know I will I'll tune it up Dance with me now So turn it up You know, you know I will I'm the graceful one! Be temerarious, tuck your masks away Would you give anything to be Would you give anything to be? Embrace Grace, embrace...

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Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind.  Unknown

Through rubble and trouble and dark of night
The yawn of a dawn will hasten the light