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Just A Little Faith
Dear God,
They think it's grit that maneuvers this ship, denying reality to be true.
But I see quite clear, salt burning up my tears, turning green irises blue.
They mock like they think they know something, I smile because I know something too.
Faith isn't coersion, it's substance, to touch to feel, to move.
We both laugh, we both wink, as I fold my hands, they feel to think, I mean fail to think...there's more to this picture, there's you.
They think it's grit that maneuvers this ship, denying reality to be true.
But I see quite clear, salt burning up my tears, turning green irises blue.
They mock like they think they know something, I smile because I know something too.
Faith isn't coersion, it's substance, to touch to feel, to move.
We both laugh, we both wink, as I fold my hands, they feel to think, I mean fail to think...there's more to this picture, there's you.
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