Believe
When the journey seems far too long,
When I'm having trouble moving on,
When the storm begins to set in,
When your tormentors wear devilish grins,
I know you were always there for me,
I may not be perfect, But I have what I need.
You never gave up on me,
So I will always believe.
It doesn't matter what they do or say,
It doesn't matter, I know my way,
It doesn't need to start a war,
It isn't religion, It's so much more,
I know you were always there for me,
I may not be perfect, But I have what I need.
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