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Where's The Rose?

There's no rose in the news
There’s no beauty in it
I can’t turn myself off to it
I’m walking barefoot in it
It’s as real as the earth
Like a bad memory
Or an insult
As if I were complicit
In the way the world lives

I’m no king of shame
Maybe a time or two
I’m sure they remember
It happened to them
They walked barefoot in it
Inside of my ugliness
Did I grew up
Did I try to forget it
The guilt that always gives

I’m not in the pews
I know when it’s Sunday
It’s a time for parks
And empty freeways
You don’t have to know
But you can feel it
We’re no different
Gather up all your tears
God is the one who forgives

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