Faith is a whisper
you can’t quite hear…
Faith
I can’t say I have much faith,
in something floating unseen…
It’s what everyone thinks,
when times get hard,
and the world is on the edge…
Take heart everyone,
good will come around again,
if we all stand tall…
We build these buildings,
To remind us of what we’ve lost,
we build these buildings,
to remind us of what it cost…
It’s everyday storms,
A house in a hurricane…
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