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Chris Main May 2019
Forgive us if we fail to deliver humanity
In these disorderly engagements
These ugly emotions we’re feeling
Won’t be expressed in elegant statements

Forgive us if we bring home strangers
With hollow eyes and sunken faces
You might think you know us
But all you see are crimes and disgraces

No loaded gun – no sleep
No loaded gun – won’t keep you
Safe from all the danger in our bed

Forgive us if we can’t forgive ourselves
Can’t fight anymore

— The End —