The Truth
I've Heard It Before
Do I Belive It, Do I Trust It
When I'm Told By The Trusted
I Belive, I Trust
But When I'm Stabbed In The Back
I Feel Rage, I Feel Sadness
Even When I Am Lied To For My Sake
I Look for Acceptance, I Look For Truth
I Find It In Those Close, I Find It In Them
You Shield My Eyes, Protect Me From The Empty
I Am Trusted
I Am Belived
I Am Counted On
And Now I Can Rest
And Rely On The Trusted
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