Shook down some old stacks
Some that weren't mine
I was praying for something
What I got was a sign
not in a manner of speaking
not in a metaphor
It wasn't my interpretation
Still it hit me like a swinging door
all the wonderful things
all the things I seek
have to believe in what's inside myself
have to believe I'll get a peek
Why would anyone believe now
that real change is in the wings
there's an insider on our side
who tells me things
I wish I had a few good days under my belt
I wish I hadn't let a few things slide
try my best to be perfect from now
for tomorrow's pledge to look inside inside
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