Saturday 1 August 2015

Condemned to trust

I’m condemned to trust 
As I roam through the unknown 
Not to lose my faith 
And to love even if it’s hard to be shown 
I have the feeling that people 
So easily hide in the shelter of habit 
In the shelter of night 
They refuse to evolve, might they say 
There’s a thin line of madness 
That we rather evade 
There’s a time, there comes a day 
Where we stand at the crossroads 
To swim against the tide 
Some kind of venture, a will to trade 

I’m condemned to trust 
And may the seasons change 
There’s no need to adjust