What I’ve Learned About Sacrifice
I come in search of forgiveness.
Led to remembrance,
in the age of forgetfulness.
this is what I wish to lament.
A savior’s broken frame,
left hallowed underneath cement.
Never to forget the name.
This is for whom the bell tolls;
tones ringing out toward the stars.
No room for historic loopholes;
more than mere archived scars.
When living life from vice to vice,
there lies difficulty for the heart of ice;
now, this is what I’ve learned of sacrifice:
You will not find salvation for sale
at your local bazaars.