Wandering around in circles.
blind and stumbling around.
i don't know where you're hiding.
i don't know where you'll be found.
so, stop my silly circles.
and throw my blind fold on the ground.
show me how you were really fighting,
and knocking satan to the ground.
i am sorry for ever doubting.
i am sorry for thinking you weren't around.
but, i've realized you love me,
and i've realized that i'm the one who needs to be found.
so, thanks for kicking satan's butt to the ground.
