Trust is a friend not a foe ,
And its something that can grow .
It can be something we loose ,
There are many who abuse .
There's many abusers too ,
Who justify what they do .
Someone's got to pay the cost .
For it was stolen not lost .
The price of one's dignity ,
Is to pay the blind mans fee.
For the blind out there can't see,
All that you've taken from me .
If I could sum up in brief,
The emotions and the grief ,
Its without retribution ,
Problem's need a solution,
even though theft is present ,
no one knows just where it went ,
the abuse of trust you gave ,
almost put me in a grave ,
Its so hard for me to live
It all seems so negative,
I found kindness was betrayed ,
And the debt remains unpaid .
But a thief pays in the end .
That's the bottom line my friend .
Good money will always talk .
Bad deeds can't get up and walk .
That's under the bottom line
Justice will arrive in time .
When it does don't be angry ,
For the thief is known to be ,
Unexpected at the door ,
When your life it is no more .
In death who shall say no ,
When the time has come to go .
Then all of the blind shall see ,
everything you've done to me .
And there won't be any doubt
For truth will be spoken out ,
And shame on those who abused ,
The innocent and confused .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-03-31 07:45:33
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