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Proof
What is this chill which haunts my skin?
What is the cost of original sin?
To live the lies or be the truth,
The spirit inside me still asking for proof...
Searching for answers in a world without shame
Searching for something, not knowing its name
Seeking that someone to make my world whole
Seeking that feeling of calm and control...
What seems like reason, turns out to be rhyme,
What is promised forever, truly finite in time
Aching to be and wishing to know,
A feeling of trust and freedom to grow...
Still, what is this cold touching my skin?
And what is the cost of original sin?
To live the lies or be the truth,
This spirit inside me still crying for proof...
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