Faith is truth

I thought it’s time to break and whaddayou say
I thought the light is here and dying is the way
But the winces and whines said “we fear, you should stay”

Well I know they’re right and the world’s all gray
But I think there’s a kingdom hiding here until one day
We’re made for near and for faraway
So let’s give it all we’ve got
We’re gonna hold that thought
We’re gonna hold that thought

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Hey, I like the way you think.

A true poet doesn’t explain.
That’s outrageous courage.
Good thing I’m not a poet.
(Though I delight in one who is.)

Arrogant. That’s the word.
It’s okay if you were thinking it.
You’re probably right.
You’re usually right.

I guess being wrong just doesn’t scare me that much.
Being afraid, that scares me. Terrifies me.

That’s why I say things too strong.

I’m sorry. Wincing isn’t wrong.

Wince because the pain is real because the wound is real. Real precious. Count the cost carefully and carry your tears to the cross. I hear the exchange rate is unfairly great.

Thinking you won’t get hurt, arrogant.
Getting hurt for a good reason, love.

What you see is what you get.

I believe that.