Real grace = Real healing

I have been sprouting like a rose in bloom, my beauty even shows.
The tears i was once in tune with gave me waters to grow.
I took upon multiple occasions to try and fix it all, but alas my point of views lept me in the fall.
I landed on a hardened surface, only truly to find,
Im not able to rise my glass, when the cup is empty, and the piano isnt tuned fine.
I sat in despair, wallowing in front of grief that tore me apart, yet i awoke to hear a sound..it was that music within.
Now i can sing and dance again, even smile too..all becomes a wild creature, new beginning to new.
Real grace is real healing, no darkness can reside.
Im greatful for the lessons learned, and humbled i lost my pride.
I shall now spoon over my new life, sprouting wings to fly, but remembering where i came from, my tears will withdraw the cry.