Why do my foot steps run in place?
They do so to create your pace.
Why do all days feel like a race?
A part of you savors the chase.
Why is my trust often misplaced?
Intentions can be tough to trace.
Why is my impact well replaced?
Your essence can not be erased.
How can I hold a sacred space?
Firm boundaries never displace.
How can bright light shine on my face?
Absolve all guilt from crown to base.
How can I forget past disgrace?
All lessons serve to clear then glace.
How can I always emit grace?
Find inner love, keep, and embrace.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy