| Tell me why you hide from me
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| Or am I blinded by the expectation
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| Of what I’ll see?
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| How do you expect nothing, but
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| Stay open to everything?
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| I’ve been trying to keep an open mind, but
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| Listen! |
| Why do you make yourself so hard to find?
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| I’ve been looking for you left and right
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| Tell me! |
| Have I even so much as glimpsed a sight?
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| Well it’s not just a matter of curiosity
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| Your existence is what makes or breaks this world to me
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| Because if you’re not real, how do I know what is?
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| Maybe I’m just imagining all of this…
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| I take whatever form you picture me in, but
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| You can not see what you don’t believe in
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| You’re always looking for proof
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| Your faith is like a house that has no roof
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| The howling winds of doubt, they sweep right through
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| You’ve forgotten everything that you once knew
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| All you need is to remember who you are
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| Then you will see that I am never far from you
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| You need not fear, we’re always here
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| If you only knew who walks with you
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| You’d never feel alone, scared of the unknown
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| You would stand up straight, and comfort the afraid |