If you trust me,
Then hold my hand.
Then sparrows are fools,
Well, what am I.
You and I lost,
In that same Paradyme.
But, if you believe,
With heart and soul.
Cling tight to me,
And never let go.
The cost to great,
And hard to bear.
What would world be,
Without you ever near.
No matter what happens,
Well, remember just this.
Everything filled with goodness,
Life filled with bliss.

By,
John P. Pierre Copyright 7/27/16