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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.

Hope will claim you all.
Take my hand and fall.

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