Parachutes fall like grace,
Like rain colliding with rock-dry dirt
They crumple like hope held too long,
Hitting the ground, caught in the trees
Stagger upright, get your bearings:
From sky to street—your mission
From home to horror—your duty
Dust off your pants, unbuckle your wings:
The flight is over—start running
The fight has begun—keep going
Hear the bullets, feel the blood
Carry the hope, solider,
pour out the grace
Take this land back
Take our world back
Parachutes hover like grace
Under the shadow of their wings
We live out our days
Thank you.
A Glimpse of Starlight 