Believe
I’m the moon up in the sky
regardless of its day or night
I’m the blinding sun that warms your skin
and the force that moves the winds
I’m the cold road you take home
when you’re all alone
I’m your conscience when you think
and late at night when you sleep
I’m everything you have forgotten
a memory never to be seen
I’m the dark that you don’t see
and the abundant dirt down beneath
There,
is what I am
when you don’t believe
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