He came to offer me a seat at his dinner table,
And planted doubt within my soul...
Whereas once my wings were angel white
Now bloody stains grown on them,
And my own friends turn from me and say
"I need to wash my hands of this for now."
I'm terrified to place it all on the line,
And lose everything that I've accomplished...
But now, the time for pride is over,
And I will call and say
"I'm terrified, come to me, stay."
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