They chose to abide in a fantasy, apart.
Songs of joy, sung with hearts of despair
Distraught leadership hiding behind a mask of sanctity
The mask crumbles, leaving the flock to cope with the debris
Each molding a mask of their own as they seek perspective
Only the comfort of an embrace could further fasten the pair
Somehow understanding the fundamental essence of silence
One attempting to heal years of wounds,
While unwittingly kindling fresh damage
The other allowing her mask to crumble,
While clutching to hopeless longing
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