Beaten...

...And every moment is a lyric
If I could sing it like I hear it
But if I could see, Not a single sound
would escape from me at all

And my genius is in confessing
Like my sins become a blessing
As if with enough empathy
I reach redemption on my own

How great a sorrow I have found
To stand alone in a crowd
Separated and united
By the shame that bows our heads...