You shouldn't talk like this
Weak and tender at the wrists
Hopeful for hope
Looking for a pathway to rest and cope
In silence
Feels like muted violence
Falling from a mountain alone
What we feel isn't really real
Missing pieces swearing an entire picture is before us
And have we changed to the same storm drain run off
Smile for a while
Scared and confused child
There's something I seem to miss
But I shouldn't talk like this
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They say all of my prayers are futile
And somewhere violent I believe them
Because if I didn't I'd pray through
I'm ashamed of what fear dares to do
Unseen progress waits to resume
For feet to crush weeds of dingy doom
And I'm never lost in God
Even one hand raised can be grasped faithfully saved
Pulled from deepest dark sea
Break me down so I'll grow into a better temple for thee
And my enemies sneer as I strip off fading fears bless angels that cheer us that return.
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