Those dead eyes that refuse to see
The sacred gifts tenderly wrapped
That turn away from being free
To live a life of boundless glee
Preferring to stay in a shoddy trap
Those dead eyes I see on me
Please, O Lord, do not refuse
To turn me back to the bloody tree
To pick up my cross obediently
To teach my heart the faith to choose
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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