The vine engrafted me, and I clung to the tree
My God is real for I can feel him in my soul
Let my spirit be unchained
The beast in me is caged by frail and fragile bars
Sometimes it causes me to tremble
I went wandering
What is truth?
It burns, burns, burns
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