Look, the Heavens was supposed to be my witness, but
they have looked elsewhere, while I struggle and whyne in distress;
there was not my in need nor indeed friend,
Could you ever imagine the pain i felt?
Yea have no such emotional care,
it was only but a character detest.

it was a mere loathe,
in the third day of the week, only a none supervised mind could hope for an oath,
why make such a deposition, when existence is full of hope?
Smile amidst the troubles, for the joy to come is yet to be told,
Now is the time for self mould.
In a chaotic gathering, learn not to join the barbaric speakers, your voice should be listened to in a peaceful and low tone.

In the times and seasons of untrusted ends,
I look up to the hills, from whence comes my help?
In the location above the clouds, I believe and trust in a beautiful end,
PEACE at last, that no one can comprehend.
#trust
© Silver Francis