Two things true, when unassuming do ensueWhen thy search for why be overWill sincerity be your portion trueWhen thy faults to look at anotherLeave no occasion, will ensueOpens swiftly humility’s door
I let go of your handAnd feel the same visceral painThat I have grown used toTears well in the throatThat I am too unwilling to set free The wrenching hurt that only love can levyHas become my lot, with and…