I Doubt It
What a group of people we areWe say we believe in stuff
Yet when we are confronted
By something different or miraculous
We suddenly become a bunch
Of doubting Thomas'
I mean who's to say
Something different couldn't happen
People do change everyday
When they should by all accounts, die
So who are we to say or even think
I doubt it, you're wrong, impossible
It could never happen in a billion years
Yet, it does, every single day
You or I could be next
Ever win the lottery?
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