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in the middle of the nighti go walking in my sleepfrom the mountains of faithto a river so deepi must be looking for somethingsomething sacred i lostbut the river is wideand it's too hard to crossand even though i knowthe river is widei walk down every eveningand i stand on the shoreand try to crossto the opposite sideso i can finally find outwhat i've been looking forin the middle of the nighti go walking in my sleepthrough the valley of fearto a river so deepand i've been searching for somethingtaken out of my soulsomething i would never loosesomething somebody stolei don't know why i gowalking at nightbut know i'm tired andi don't want to walk anymorei hope it doesn't takethe rest of my lifeuntil i find what it isthat i've been looking forin the middle of the nighti go walking in my sleepthrough the jungle of doubtto a river so deepi know i'm searching for somethingsomething so undefinedthat it can only be seenby the eyes of the blindin the middle of the nighti'm not sure abouta life after thisgod knows i've never beena spiritual manbaptized by the fire,i wade into the river