Slam Behind the Curtain

Shadowed over

don't look at me

Like a rover

I'll never be

Self infliction

will ever stand

Hostile friction

is in my hand

Show myself

to take a chance

On a shelf

I'm in a trance

Open up

no longer hide

Learn to sup

on glory's side

Seek His name

you'll find at last

Release your shame

forget the past.

 

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