torn from grace

torn from grace
they call you a disgrace
but you begin your race
to that place
you ignore the face
just in case
you trace the lines
with your little rhymes
and forget the times
you read their minds
it stings the things they thought
when you fought against what god taught
they cast their lots
and started to plot
oh how much they wanted you out of your spot!
so he shot you down
and you made a sound
they found you
wings torn
skin worn
and still you mourn
they look at you as though
your a sign from the thrown
a terrific sight
not a horrific fright
for once you feel at home
so you get up and roam
now you have finally met your dome