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Ironically, doubt is the threshold to faith
Place it in your mouth like
a paper drug
and it becomes the full fledged force in
your veins
We've carried it on the balance beam with
the weight of the sky against our backs
hoses and car mufflers
There's pieces of us on every street corner
We can relate to the anger of graffitti
because its the beauty of self expression that
tears down any definition of a human being
And in my opinion, there's only one thing we're
searching for
home.
A place with clean windows.
Clean sheets to sink into.
Regardless, we're thrown at the
dead winter of our souls
And the expectations???
I fear, so, I believe
We know where it goes from here
We are the statues of liberty fighting off
the bacteria of sin
The small wounds yield the most brilliant infections
And on our festered knees we still give you thanks
We know what its like down here
but
do you?
