I am the cause
I am the shame
I am broken down
I am to blame
Your tears flow so easily
my hands are covered in them
Your eyes conceal it
That's okay--
I can't look at them anyway
There is no measure of Job in me
there is no David or even Peter
God's grace can't reach me here
I am broken free
and into what?
I have risen in the morning mist
and have melted in the sun
I have mere moments
so here it is--
I wish I hadn't caused you this pain
I hope you see my frame
and its terrible weakness
All I wanted was to make you smile
all I need is to see your brilliant eyes
free of care again
free of the care
I brought to them
free like the moon and the clouds in the sky
free, and me so far away
suffocating in my world of shame.
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