Just looking for a little faith, when it seems hopeless to the eyes. Or, the constant groaning as to why you're pressing, or believing something's working on your behalf?
Just looking for a little faith? A knowing I'm walking straight then crooked, or awake then sleep? All the screams and distractions all trying to keep me, from what I know is mine. Pricks and thorns. The omissions to the flesh, knowing it's wrong but do it willingly, but still looking for a little faith, to balance me out, than to crush me.
Just the size of the tiniest thing, would be all that I need, not the quantity just the littlest can tilt the curiosity to want to believe. So, is that hard to ask? Or, am I wrong?"
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