Текст песни Plentiful Grace - Sol Miranda

Me like the fire
When it burns
Me like desire
In its lust
I want the fire
In my own touch
I want desire
In all its forms

So let me take this time that I need to breathe
Give myself everything I need
And in the end when I feel that I am ready
I will take that step, with held out hands in plenty

Plentiful grace aye
In De grace
Plentiful grace
Plentiful grace
Plentiful grace