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I thought I had my mind made up

I figured I was sure

I knew just what I wanted

And all of my thoughts were pure.



I assumed that it was fine,

To feel just as I felt for so long.

But as time passes and I question

Part of me believes I could be wrong.



I called it faith, you gave it another name

And I considered with time this all would fade -

And I now realize I still feel exactly the same.

Go on, accuse me. In fact, you may be right.

I've held on within my own reason,

I believed that eventually I'd win this fight.



Now as I think about it -

Who have I been battling with anyway?



Was it my own struggle to find myself...

or

Am I finally finding the words I've been meaning to say.