Sacred Attention

With my head so low, the way

I think could scrape the ground

I will give them all control,

I will crumble all around

There's no need to say a word as logic burns right trough my head

I could almost laugh out loud, the way this silence leaves me dead

Feel afraid to speak, and

I feel afraid to smile

As I crave sacred attention, you could hit me all the while

And you might be the weaker one, and

I may stand and stare

But I'll always know my place to keep this order safe, not sane