I met a girl.
She was Christian.
She said her name was Faith.

We talked about God
And all my sins
And all that I waste.

But in the end it was not about God,
Not about me,
And not about her.
Nor was it even about
The petty little
Pitiful pieces of picture
I painted for her.

It was about spirit.

I met a girl,
Her name was Faith.

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