Texty: The Beloved. Failure On. Insult to Injury.

Take in from this and breathe out open
Hug that uncertainty as long as you can
A once seizing but now flailing and falling
Grasp at comfort?s hand

A brash defense of confidence
Is seemingly overwhelming disappointment
Carry it on disconnected and drawn
Away from yourself

You buy more time with your lies
Running from mistakes that you've made
And when your time has been spent
You did not bother with faith

It?s like
You were
Never alive

Your hope has died
But rest in this
We will fight for you
And show you we care
For everything that matters to you

Promises held
Must have been lost or forgiven
Or buried under the broken glass
Beneath your window of opportunity

We will be the first to die
And we will be the first to win
Your wall it will fall down
We?ll tear your wall down