Sunday, April 28, 2002

Trust

Trust is something which must be earned
Especially from your own children
It comes slowly, but it can fly
Oh, it can disappear in the blink of an eye

Under pain of death you must not break
Any word you made, or anything you said
For faith can shatter, as easily as glass
When you show that your words will never last

I want to be a ghost

  I mask my words but rarely my face When I wish to speak it’s never the place My words my politics you’ll never embrace If I wait for...