Though reason begs our hearts to stray
And logic draws a safer way
We turn from maps and trusted signs
To follow love through tangled lines
It doesn't make a perfect sense
But that's love's truest evidence
We walk through doubt,
ignore the plea
Of what is
wise or meant to be
Though reason begs our hearts to stray
We lean into the storm and stay Instincts always our
run's plan
We
choose the mess and call it grace
