Trust is a finicky thing
Losing it is like breaking glass
You can attempt to put back the pieces
But it's weaker than its former past...
Honesty is a finicky thing
Those who claim to be most honest
Usually are furthest from help
For any man who says he's never lied
Surely is deceiving his own self...
Love is a finicky thing.
It cannot be contained
It scatters like rain
Then dries up again.
Forgiveness is a wonderful thing.
It accepts humans are prone to sin
It's given for nothing in return...
And allows for real life to begin.
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