Pedestals

 Pedestals

Pedestals are dangerous places
The view is cloyingly sweet
But when you build them yourself
They crumble beneath your feet

It’s hard to remember your place
When you don’t believe in the rules
It’s hard to value your allies
When you think them nothing but fools

Remember where you came from
Saints are rarely beloved
Telling truths is rarely honored
So keep calm and keep your head.

Confession

If I start speaking Latin

Don’t think that I’m possessed

I’m only conversing in tongues

Confessing how much I’m blessed

Angels might echo my actions

But I’d hardly count myself one

I’m not really suited for harping

I’d like to have a little more fun

But saints and sinners are people

They all had ordinary lives once

Till a catalyst hastened a spark

Making giants out of runts

My pedestal stands at the ready

I’ll have so far to climb

You put me so far above you

Gives me farther to fall, I find

You’ve no notion of being so blessed

Blessings have no meaning of self

It’s not that you can’t ever love me

It’s the value, the cost, the price

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