i fear pain. honest.
maybe it’s ‘cause i’m selfish
maybe i could call it self-preservation
‘cause it hurts too much
and it urks too much
stuck in ideals of church too much
those needy, left in the lurch too much
maybe we could call it a pattern
maybe it comes from darker taverns
cause i’m sure enough
that we’re deep enough
to know when enough’s enough
find truth by spreading light enough
on the wrong and those troubled
on the needs that grow and double
it’s doesn’t take a sleuth
to know of confidence, youth
to know loyalty like Ruth’s
that provides light and guiding Truth
for we give and hold back
we forgive but we lack
we lay down and attack
goods we stack
deeds we track
if we’re honest, we’re scared
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