And I'm suffering
From fallen hero syndrome.
What was once a pretty picture
Is now a broken idol of clay.
The disappointment grows to anger
For he that demands perfection
Does not give it.
And every day I'm more confused.
What was white is now gray
And I can't find the words
Nor the courage
To try to fix the problem.
As leaders tumble
I fear the coup.
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