I don't know why but fear never sings.
It holds onto hope and buries my flesh deep.
The fear that is left will toll on my skin.
Scattering marks it proves I can still feel regret.
I figured my strength would carry us through,
but witnessed the trail it left in your minds wake.
I held you cup but came up dry.
I worshipped you and (in turn) let you down.
I'll bare the weight, and wish you well.
You shocked them all with penance so deep,
Simply to burn while hiding in your hands.
But I don't see pride or blood on your face,
only the burden that haunts every four walls you see.
But you're patient for time to carry you through,
trusting the wealth of things that you can't see.
You held my cup but came up dry.
You worshipped me and (in turn) let me down.
You bared the weight and wished me well.
You help my cup but came up dry.
You worshipped me and (in turn) let me down.
You bared the weight and I wished, wished you well.
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