Hope and innocence, two things quite easily lost
Painful pleasures produce no pain today
For my own well being, not for that of another
I fell from Grace feet first
Talk, whisper, shout, I can’t hear you
No agenda forced, won’t follow you
Lecture, torment, preach, It’s still not true
Fall, fall, I will catch you
Extending a hand to those I know
But all I feel back is spit on my palm
To believe you must have faith, and that’s something I can’t grasp
I fell from Grace feet first
Fear and shame, a knack since birth
Oppressing hope will claim you all
Come, take my hand and fall
Do I need faith to regain my hope?
Do I need faith to take back my innocence?
Faith is not hope. Hope is not faith
I fell from Grace feet first
For my own well being, not for that of another
To believe you must have faith, and that’s something I can’t grasp
Hope is not faith. Hope is real
I fell from Grace feet first
Fear and shame, a knack since birth
Oppressing hope will claim you all
Come, take my hand and fall
Hope will claim you all
Take my hand and fall
