Trust, you are costly yet not for sale,
bravest of men
have succumbed and turned to bones,
eyesight sharp as that of the eagle
has failed to see you
Precious thing next to money,
rarer than a black diamond,
needed more than water in a desert,
dangerous as love is to a wise man’s thinkng
He that saw how perilous you are
Shall never trust again
How many have to be heartbroken?
How many have to lose their lives
because of you?
As sure as breathing
No one is to be trusted,
slowly dying of pain inside
quickly showing a brave face on the
I, for one, will be forever be ill at ease with you,
Oh, dear trust, you are costly and yet not for sale.