Trust is the will of many,
Betrayal runs through the blood of all.
Where doth one heart lie?
Whereth it not lie at all..
Beyond the golden grains,
Of any time it bestows.
You must earn your way,
To trust your own soul..
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
Trust is the will of many,
Betrayal runs through the blood of all.
Where doth one heart lie?
Whereth it not lie at all..
Beyond the golden grains,
Of any time it bestows.
You must earn your way,
To trust your own soul..
