Tears fall beneath our pain
But bring joy like after the rain
Oh how we hate to let the feelings flow and
ashamed to rejoice the afterglow it shows
we hate to unmask those actors we hire
only to become what everyone else most desires.
Who do we inspire?
Do we live our days as though we are alone?
Or do we thrash our egotism and allow others our throne?
Can we really believe that we are more important?
or do we stop and realize we have been appointed.
We have a job to do, a banner to hold,
our faith we renew, the evil we scold.
Choose
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