I look down
I let them pass me by
I ignore my neighbor
But not out of coldness
It's not that I don't care
It's that I'm afraid I'll break if I care
Afraid of sympathy
Afraid to love
Terrified of guilt
With the shame already building
The street where He lives
Is the place of all my sin
And I'm eager to leave
I'm afraid I can't do anything
I'm afraid my heart will shatter
That I'll never put the pieces back in place
Afraid to love
But I am sanctified by the blood of the Lamb
So how dare I imagine I am so weak?!
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