I was, a little puzzled as I left the group,
Out on my own, or inside, I tried to think it through,
Finally, I went, took the next step, walked down the path,
Then it all unfolded, blossomed into a beautiful story.
I was a little lonely, less than holy,
Crucified with conviction
The pressure was on me, to find the right key...
I need Your vision.
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