Who do I trust, what can I trust? It'll all come and pass like dust to dust, sand to sand in an hour glass as it runs through my hand. Whatever happens, happens even after its come my way. Truth is, right now I don't know what to do, or what to say. If tears could drown the world, would you cry an ocean from feeling & emotion? Maybe at times we all question devotion, can you see it all, even if its not clearly. We all walk darkend halls, we all see the darkness close to our falls, we all try to cool it off when we're close to losing it all.
