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Faith is drowning in distraction

your doubtful eyes

focus only on what they can see

and overlook the hints of light

that give away the secret

of a morning about to rise

as the wild horses of wind are dragging us over

the water and the night

hope is sinking in a sea of despondency

my broken heart beats

out the rhythm of memories

trying to overpower the melody of a future

about to come

even as we pass that old lighthouse

pointing to a place long forgotten

love

the harbor we used to dock in

is that where you are sailing

is that really where my boat is turning

I believe

yes

I believe

the clouds are changing

into the clothes of dawn