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I searched for reasons in the words

I found my faith in none

And then all of a sudden I tripped and fell on my knees

And knew then and there, there was something missing

Something called peace and not misery

Something so obvious, it was a mystery



Through it all comes strength

A dream still living when you wake

And a comfort given from God's

And for our sake



There was a gate when I was a child

And a key that never fit its lock

So I cursed everything up above and to the depths

Thinking my voice would echo inside of someone's heart

But the only thing that came from that

Was a voice whose sound sounded mad



And then the earth cracks

And the light emerges from the black

And...



Through it all comes strength

A dream still living when you wake

And a comfort given from God's

And for our sake