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I lost my faith during a Catholic mass
I found my faith sitting on the rooftop of a Beirut shelled building
Drowning in tears I felt you near
You taught me that faith means you are never alone
Blood, yellow, blue, pink
No matter your colors your energy pulls me back from the edge of the brink
Waning, waxing, full or new
No matter your shapes you wink at me when I am walking home alone, feeling blue
Beirut, New York, Paris or San Francisco
No matter my location, your light reminds me that home is neither a city, nor a country it is in your warmth
