Do I meet Your inspection?
My pain for Your perfection?
Such a deal
I should be laughing but I'm crying
In this sickness I should be dying
I keep believing that You're lying
And this is a cheap trick.
I'm buying up tickets to the next show of crickets
Who chirp in the silence of the crowd
Witnessing violence in the guise of love.
Oh, but my comfort is that is important
I'm the victim distorted
A man of two minds and two lives
With two wives and two eyes and no action...
Please grant me this bittersweet confession
Let my life be a lesson
My burden become their blessing
Let my 'yes' be their 'no'
My test be their growth
Their heights be achieved off my lows...
For every path I chose
In every victory I let you know
A seed by you was sown
That said: 'Let His name be known
Through every school and home
A name that sits on high
A fiery, golden throne
A man also God died
To set our captive free.'
My teacher, my friend
Who's hell was told by all
Thank you...
Thank you for being honest about your fall
Our hidden king, our noble saviour
Will carry your body through golden halls
And you shall be, shall know, shall love...
Forevermore.
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