Her Grace (Carte Blanche Suite)

This arrangement of Her Grace pays homage to Michelle Carter by Skynd.

Listen to Her Grace by Richard Charles Stevens (Carte Blanche Suite)

With not a word spoken
Her heart came wide open
Fractures aside
Was a far cry from broken
Hope her first prize
And all else mere token
(And all else mere token)
Such was the turn of mind chosen
(Such was the turn of mind chosen)
.
There was a time
When her smile was endangered
Life appeared little
But fickle acquaintance
Liberally given
Straightforwardly taken
A waltz and a dream
From which she’d reawaken
.
Alone and disowned
Of the joy long forsaken
Lonely road forth
With remorse as her raiment
Her eyes were some way from vacant
Her eyes were some way from vacant
.
With not a word spoken
Her heart came wide open
And she became
Nature in motion
.
With not a word spoken
Her heart came wide open
And she became
Nature in motion
.
For all she had faced
She retained the same grace
Such was innate
To a native of faith
When the day came
To remain
Through the storm
Hers were the eyes
Of reliable source
Silently paused
Whereby violently torn
She defied each subsidence forewarned
Scaled the same walls
Which had formerly stifled
Found that within
Long since formally titled
Life to this point
Had seemed awkward recital
Thus she endorsed its revival
.
With not a contrivance
Her heart came wide open
No gimmick to mimic
Each limit unbroken
Hope was her lyric
And all else unspoken
Such was the gift she had chosen
With not a word spoken
Her heart came wide open
And she became
Nature in motion
.
Alone and disowned
Of the joy long forsaken
Lonely road forth
With remorse as her raiment
Her eyes were some way from vacant
Her eyes were some way from vacant
.
With not a word spoken
Her heart came wide open
And she became
Nature in motion
.
With not a word spoken
Her heart came wide open
And she became
Nature in motion
.
Nature in motion
Nature in motion
.
A living exhibit
Of all things exquisite
Many of course
Would have deemed her complicit
Labelled her false
When discourse was explicit
Wished her divorced
From the source of her spirit
Taking by force
Every morsel prolific
Left her exhausted
Too worn to admit it
Fooled into thinking
The storm hit to sink her
Taught then contrary
With nary a whimper
.
With not a word spoken
This vocal free thinker
Was potently thunder
In cloak of a whisper
Quietly brave
She retained the same grace
Innate faith
A far cry from broken
Hope was her first prize
And thus she remained
When the day came to wake to life chosen
With not a word spoken
Her heart came wide open
And she became
Nature in motion
.
The flora at her feet arose
To slow her heartbeat
Heel to toe
While telling leaves of fell made known
The altered course serenely charted
Keenly she proceeded
Through the sweep of dreams dearly departed
Memories uniquely guarded
Not a frowned belief down hearted
Postulation unmigrated
Each sped tread hence elevated
Graduating steep incline
To breathe the skies
Retrieve the stars
In trust of clustered dust
To buff the bust of weeping scars
Indeed each silent beat enhanced of crackle
Grappled for ascendency
Dappling the pulse of each compulsion deemed dependency
For here the ebbs and flows reposed in braid
In twine
Of kind inclined
Her eyes reclined
The river then ran freely
Her eyes reclined
The river then ran freely
.
With not a word spoken
Her heart came wide open
Fractures aside
Was a far cry from broken
.