Grateful کے بول

I sense the tension A thickness in the air The filthy air of our morality Misplaced affection In lost and lonely stares Where urge ignores morality I sense confusion Suspicion in the air Untreated wounds of some dishonesty Seeking comfort The strength of friendly ties Only truth can heal insecurity But I'm grateful to be far from harm Safe within peaceful arms Grateful knowing safety's warmth And I'm grateful not to have to face These days alone I'm grateful... Grateful... Grateful... Grateful... I'm grateful... Grateful... Grateful... Grateful... But I'm grateful to be far from harm Safe within peaceful arms Grateful knowing safety's warmth And I'm grateful not to have to face These days alone