She stepped outside into the morning air
  To watch the cars go by and let the sun dry her hair
  I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was
  But I just stared
    I sat behind the wheel and watched the raindrops
  As they gathered on the windshield
  And raced down into the humming motor
  And she folded up her fears like paper airplanes
  And lost them in the trees
    And I know I don't deserve this
  The capacity to feel
  To laugh and cry and to praise
  For that I live and breathe and wake each day
  Is nothing less than your grace
  In awkward and glorious movement