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Sunday suit with the crease so sharp
Hands on the sticks
My beating heart
Youth president
The golden child
Preacher's son
Always wearing a smile
But the drums don't hide my cracks
A boy with secrets on his back
Halo slipping
Shadows call
Perfection's just a curtain fall
Broken hallelujah
The church bells cry
I'm not the saint you painted in the sky
They turned their backs
But I'm still here
My father's tears
My greatest fear
Broken hallelujah
Can you hear me clear
A baby's cry in the midnight rain
A son of love
But they called it shame
Whispers louder than the organ's tune
Guilt was heavy in that holy room
They told my father
"Step away"
Your son has sinned
Let the world decay
The pulpit cold
The pews turned stone
Faith can wound when it's thrown
Am I the prodigal
Or am I free
Can grace exist for someone like me