Faith is dreaming children clapping in their sleep. I haven't been a child for a very long time and I wake up without memories of a dream. So I don't remember if I have faith and I don't remember whose voice I heard or what I clapped for. So even if i did clap my hands I don't quite know what I believe in.

Doubts permeate every pore
Like noxious gas from beneath closed doors
Shadows cloaked in colors of Faith
Keep me down in a stranglehold
And on the road I ride a mere wraith
Breath frosting in the air so cold.