I’m told to trust, to reach out my hand,
To place my faith in a shifting sand.
To bow my head to words that sing,
A voice that swears to guide my wing.

I’m asked for trust, yet doubt takes root,
In whispered lies and truths that boot.
They seek respect, a plea so bare,
A mask they wear, but I see through the glare.

At first, I strive to see the glow,
To honor paths...