Still Small Voice
The Christians
I search for beauty, I search for truth,
There must be a proof,
I need a reason to survive, to stay alive,
I know what must be done, before the morning comes,
So I look for self-respect, as I reflect,
All the wrecked lives that we live, the waste and greed,
I've been down but not like this before,
Can't take it anymore.
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