forgive me if i can't make bold statements
and stand for what is obviously right.
if i seem silent,
know that it is because the world is so confusing,
and we, we are so few.
the few of us that devote time to our morals,
we are the ones who sigh upon a sinking stone,
following,
while the chains of down around our feet relinquish
their hold once more.
all i'm asking for is redemption
when i amble down the path that i didn't choose,
thinking it is the star that i aimed for.
forgive me when you see me years from now,
and those bold statements i could never make
have come back to gnarl my skin and gouge my eyes.
what is sacred is what we hold inside,
only, i do not know what is sacred
to me.
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