Impeccable Grace
There is a little star in my head
Sometimes blue sometimes red
Cold dews drop from sunflowers
Into a heating cave
Your face never says
Anything but impeccable grace
Old bamboo trays lay
Under a golden lamp
With new images day after day
Knitted was a road map
By calloused hands
Never redundant was praise
At the end of each success
There is a small scar on my back
Sometimes dry sometimes wet
Warm rain falls down the creeks
For another indigenous dance
My heart almost breaks
Every time I hear someone pray…
There is a little star in my head
Sometimes blue sometimes red
Cold dews drop from sunflowers
Into a heating cave
Your face never says
Anything but impeccable grace
Old bamboo trays lay
Under a golden lamp
With new images day after day
Knitted was a road map
By calloused hands
Never redundant was praise
At the end of each success
There is a small scar on my back
Sometimes dry sometimes wet
Warm rain falls down the creeks
For another indigenous dance
My heart almost breaks
Every time I hear someone pray…
Written by JerSki BjorkSen
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