Was this pain all in vain?
This trust still unjust?
We're asked to drop masks
to seek to be meek
to knock down road blocks.
We sacrifice our vices
to concede what we need.
Practice mere cowardice
to excuse what we choose.
We learn from the burns
and reveal that we've healed
Hoping to cope
to find that in time
Our soul's lost control --
wholly wasted on grace.
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