The saints, they lived, and died for peace
And I thirst for
The water that ran through their veins.
With love
and holy things
a promise
To live like you're a friend
Stained glass with tidy frames.
The picture
Is prettier than the light they cast.
It's ony a facade lacking substance,
lacking pain.
Now I am lost
it's factory standard to be
broken in the way we are.
Hopeless, you showed me the way.
anticipate when I'll find peace but I'm sorry,
is not enough to numb the pain.
Its, dark, here, I'm all alone
I'm searching for
a place called home, for me, for you,
for anyone
to be genuinely accepted
for the way we are.
Without judgement,
without pain,
without pain.
And now
I am lost
its factory standard to be
broken in the way we are.
Im hopeless, you showed me the way
They were traitors to the family I claimed
For lies, for lust, for selfish gain.
That family traded me to the wolves
(to the wolves).
With blood on their teeth they came
stabbed me in the back
deserted me,
left me for dead
but with my colorful coat I forgive, you

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