The Fall From Grace

They held me high like a shining star,
Built my name on dreams so far.
But the higher you climb, the harder you fall,
Now I’m just a shadow on a broken wall.

I can hear the whispers callin’ my name,
Echoes of glory, echoes of shame.

This is the fall from grace,
Where the mighty lose their place.
Once I was standing tall,
Now I’m bracing for the fall.
No crown upon my face,
Only the fall… from grace.

Promises fade like a worn‑out song,
The crowd moves on, the night grows long.
I thought forever meant more than a word,
But the silence is louder than I’ve ever heard.

I can hear the whispers callin’ my name,
Echoes of glory, echoes of shame.

This is the fall from grace,
Where the mighty lose their place.
Once I was standing tall,
Now I’m bracing for the fall.
No crown upon my face,
Only the fall… from grace.

Ashes and echoes, they’re all that remain,
Lessons are carved in the lines of pain.
But I’ll rise again, though the world may not see,
There’s a spark of grace still burnin’ in me.

This is the fall from grace,
But it won’t be my last race.
Torn from a golden hall,
But I’ll rise above it all.
Through the fire I’ll trace,
More than the fall… from grace.

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Writer: HL Shields/Songsmith