Was it not for you, I would have lied.
For so close we were tied
When I say this, know that I cried.
If trust ever stood so tall
It was built by me, in your hall
When it rained, only one name to call
When you stumbled, only one place to fall.
But a decent mind is hard to find
like the temptation of a eve, hard to bind
Or a friend just lost his mind
So when it was told
My heart grew cold
As pain and anger unfold
So be careful to trust
And of what you hear to judge
For they live fellows true and warm
And more fellows, dead and cold.
~Ahile kashami Ahile~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There only has to be one lie for trust to be broken, then its a downward spiral. A very well penned poem Andrew. Thank you for sharing.