demoted to a second chance

keep the fire close and let my shadow grow, swallow me, friendly ghost, you remind me of someone i used to know when i filled 4000 holes with a silver tear, fear is the flower pot for a statue carved in rome, liberty and justice scream from her harp and quivered bow, but i stood and stared still unaware of the depths that heaven knows, saying if the Son of God is hanging with us common criminals then how will we ever grow