Hope and innocence, two things quite easily lost. Painful pleasures produce no pain today. For my own well being, not for that of another.
I fell from Grace feet first.
Talk, whisper, shout, I can’t hear you. No agenda forced, won’t follow you. Lecture, torment, preach, It’s still not true. Fall, fall, I will catch you.
Extending a hand to those I know. But all I feel back is spit on my palm. To believe you must have faith, and that’s something I can’t grasp.
I fell from Grace feet first. Fear and shame, a knack since birth. Oppressing hope will claim you all. Come, take my hand and fall.
Do I need faith to regain my hope? Do I need faith to take back my innocence? Faith is not hope. Hope is not faith.
I fell from Grace feet first.
For my own well being, not for that of another. To believe you must have faith, and that’s something I can’t grasp. Hope is not faith. Hope is real.
I fell from Grace feet first. Fear and shame, a knack since birth. Oppressing hope will claim you all. Come, take my hand and fall.