Trust

Trust

These arms are broken
and I am just a child,
not strong enough from
the wicked lusts of men,
or the hells of the astral wild.

I am a prisoner of my own mind,
with blue chains that have bound my right.
To keep me at limitation.
Is it a merciful judgement or perhaps salvation?

Tell me the magic words,
even if you have to lie,
ever be there for me,
just be there where I can see,
for I desire everything,
until I trust enough to die.

Break the spell,
secure me save in your arms,
and rescue me from
the arms of times frozen hell.

I'm not going to play the game,
that makes the eye of the world revolve,
it pokes and it prods,
until it gets the cruelest resolve.

Even a child can see it,
what all the others can't,
the truth will always be the truth.
I don't want to play with you..