When I doubt the presence of my soul 
you awaken it from the deep, 
when I look for the fire inside 
you bring it blazing out, 
you make me doubt what I believe 
and believe what I doubt. 
When I search my dreams for meaning 
you drift through my sleep, 
when I worship what seems holy 
to you I am devout, 
you make me doubt what I believe 
and believe what I doubt. 

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