Here I Stand

Here I stand
a solitary sinner
secret sin? Nay, not so-
my sin is visible
clearer than a noon sun
No, it is hnot my sin that is secret
it is my soul
it hides behind my sins
it hides behind a blinding sun

here I stand
a hopeful bystander
dying? 'Tis not so-
I merely bleed
so that I might live
but I'm looking for more
I seek to find someone
something, to be my tourniquet
could you reveal my soul?

Please help this sun go down
and turn this bystander
into a Golden hero
stop the bleeding-
black with sorrow
for none of these belong to me
as we are not born great
we are not born failures
reveal my greatness-veil my shortcomings