I don’t give a grace
I don’t give mercy tears
I long for sweet handholding

But won’t

I recoil in terror
At the thought of might be
I should offer liberation

But won’t

I dress with caution
I pretend I’m wild
I should model belonging

But won’t

I can preach revival
I can lasso applause
I should gospel onward

But won’t

I love these people
In my own handicapped way
I should break the cycle
I should break the cycle