With your disappointment a fact.  Your anointed react.  And with habits WE have we just had to attack.  So we claw and we scratch wearing calm as a mask, making laws to belong to a cause that we lack.  It involves all those wrong to be gone; don't come back.  Please absolve all us flawed and then draw us a map.  Making strong all the bonds that we lost on our path.  That's my plea, that's my call, that is all, that is that.