Trust, like a seed, must be maintained.
Nurtured with water, with warmth,
Time so it can blossom.

Be careful which basket you
let it lay; Whose,
and whether it'll stay afloat with storm,
Or what, drown with a false bottom.

Why is it so hard to find,
A mind with just enough just,
enough to stand loyally if it must?
Why is it so hard to find,
An old heart capable of new love,
parted from blue lust,
one that proves worthy of our trust?
There must.

Let's not let our folly champion before noon.
Our cores are defined by the rust we let bloom,
'Cause the oceans in our guts are meant to disperse.
So don't wait, don't let fate force your doom and your hearse.

We're only as strong as the emotions we put off,
and the dam you built is much too weak to hold loft.
Your waves will emerge, let them go, let them free,
And soon you will fall, hard earned trust, sailing soft at sea.

It'll be there, I swear.
It must, you'll see.

Trust me.