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 only 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.
Wait, anticipate when I'll find peace but I'm sorry,
Is not enough to numb the pain.
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 judgment, without pain.
Without pain
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, and left me for dead;
But with my colorful coat I forgive you
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