Trust
Forlorn are they who can't find love
When aching tears hide smiles;
Drifting through life on their weary way
As lost and lonely sad exiles.
Forlorn are they whose hungry lips
Kiss vacant air but never touch;
The tender mouth of one they love
Lingers there to suffer much.
But dear to me is the one I trust
When I see that look in his eyes;
I will hold his hand throughout the day
And in the night find true paradise.
Not for me should one feel grief
For in him I've found my light;
I'll walk and hold his hand by day
And sleep in his arms at night.
A collab with my friend "Danny boy" Kearley
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