Trust
Be it the howling of the wind
Or the dark cloaked figure that haunts my dreams
No one can tell me how
To face my worldly destiny
I approach the future cautiously
With the sword of benevolence
Cutting through the lies and deceit
To find my way through the web of hypocrisy
God shines upon me the heavenly beam
To light the path through the darkness and greed
To find the one true love I long to seek
In my heart is where I want it to be.
Because my heart is made not of silver or gold
Or flesh that can be pierced by a woman’s lust
My heart is my sanctuary for all I believe
This is why it is made up of trust.
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