This Ain't No Fashion Show

You thank the walls for their echoes as if there was no voice at all

One that resounds from a perfect direction

And plots its course by the point of the sword

When the kiss in the crosshairs fails to make contact

Dare we hang our heads upon our evidence?

Calm as we stand to shake their guilty hands

This is no place for a child

Who has yet to yield to the note of a censor

Who has yet to bare the wrath

Of the wake, behind the warning

Or has yet to hold their breath

If we find a way…

Put their faults away, under the cover of a shroud

Then we bare the shame…

Of a darker name than of the hearts we hope to change

We learn much from the parts we show

Oh if only my voice could

Hereby deny your hold on the ground

Then my closed fists would be free to weather the sun

Help to make right what i’ve let you wrong

To forgive where censor is due

Flaws my grain, and further to you

Not this time, i wont be so quick to

Further my flaws

I wont stand firm so you can learn

But i can’t let go, for i am of a stronger salt

One that only fails to hide in hope

Play the role of a note in a chord

But i know they will not learn on their own accord

We’re just trying to soften the blow,

But my mercy will never show

With our lesson hushed with compassion

By the hand that holds the door

We look on with open arms

As they grow into

Something but nothing more

This is tough love

If we find a way to work around

Put their faults away, under the cover of a shroud

Then we bare the shame as we avow,

Of a darker name than the hearts we hope to change.