Hard to find
Hard to earn
Trust
is in short supply
High demand
Eyes cast low
Watch my walk
As I go
Drifting, away
From those who are in debt to me
Not treated
As trust should be
But instead, as commodity
Trust worn thin
As it’s borrowed
Not returned
State brought to sorrow
But Still I wait
Until tomorrow
And drifting slowly
As you still borrow
Wishing you might pay be back
Someday soon
But days grow black
As I wait
Hope growing cold