I once trusted you with my all
I knew that you would never let me fall,
Whatever you said or did, I did believe
Then that spider's web began to weave.
You gave me your word and I took it as steel
It was the sword that protected my very will,
Unto you I had placed all of my hopes and my belief
As I am the tree, and you are the leaf.
But, now those thoughts are with me no more
My spirit is now broken and now I am poor,
So, when will you again I be able to trust;
When the swords rust.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem