Holy grace.

Take a look at me know the war is over
Shrapnel on the ground...
Love becomes no prisoner here, it is the promise that i have found,

Light began its journey to battle the darkest of refrain,  and only love could ever offer the sanctuary that remains, 

Bulletproof to define which heaven 
I know the doors and feel each wall
But neither love nor darkness for that matter,  took by chance it's freedom calls

For love is a battlefield known by heart 
And there the soul ignites...
For nothing can discover it's glory 
Nor even touch it's lights 

The ways to battle were often gorey a sharpened sword there in its place, Though heaven seeks the upmost glory In good hands of holy grace.