I march into the wild
hunting God like an insolent child
throat parched
soul starving
footsteps carving history
as i delve deeper into the mystery
but i'm more furious than curious
why do You have to test me, Lord?
I'm not enough
You have to go biblical
and replace my umbilical
with an investment chord?
I'll call your bluff
cos i'm though proving myself
until i see something pure
You say keep the faith
but i have to be sure
how long can one be asked to endure
without the promise of a miracle?
no, i have to be sure before i turn spiritual
I want to see some wings
some "thing" that will leave no doubt
i want to believe what You're about
but i need to be made sure
i'm dying, heaven send me a cure
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