Last time I saw you I looked away.

Not because I didn't like what I saw...

I knew I couldn't stay.

Pray first is what they'd say.

So easily. 

We're called to do it ceaselessly.

Farewell to drama...kumbaya...kabuki.

Don't shoot me.

I'm just a messenger.

Praying they won't get the best of her.

The memory fades.

Quarterly earnings.

Corporate escapades.

New flavors like colors and shades.

There's not enough rain for these parades.

In the end it was the best of trades.

The great exchange.

Meek and wise.

No compromise.

Where are the lies?