Trust

As Man looks into this world of ours And Man try's to understand what is a must Is it our looks or is it or smarts, as he thinks Or is it only our honor, and also our trust. As a poor man has not much possession at all All he owns his trust and also his pride And on Judgment day when he meets the Lord, He will say I have nothing, but trust he will cry. A rich man though on the other hand Has everything he wants or might even need But most are without honor and or feelings And their souls and words we could never believe When a soul throws away a love so true, For temptation and a moment of lust Their dignity is gone, along with their pride And also that need of want and trust. Stupid person do you know what you have done To yourself and your family and friends about They will look at you in a different way now In the way you, they try to figure you out. Oh trust it is the hardest thing to gain, Something that is given to us upon our birth But when we don't want it to live, we let it die And we bury it, or should I say hide it in the dirt. Oh soul can you count the fingers upon your hand, Of the number of people that you can trust And can you also be counted among them too Or are you just washed away, in the dust. Time will come when bodies will decay And trees will rot, and metal will turn to rust Who knows what else will be blown in the wind I wander though, could it be or will it be your trust.