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Lord someone told me that your faith was bigger than mine—which can hardly be seen
And if I know you like I think I do than it’s true and I’m not demanding a proof
But if it is would you make this shattered heart do what it used to—open its proverbial mouth and sing
Out to you, for you, so that it might come a centimeter closer
To understanding you
I’ve still got a little while left in this song
Or poem or story
Or outpouring
Or whatever you call it
But I don’t know what to say in these few bars
So I’ll just listen to the ambience of the guitars
And sit and sit
And sit
And wait for an answer from you
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