You trade trust for a heart
The white colour of your eyes,
And the dark lenses,
That reflect the wondrous silhouette of your soul
Honesty comes forth from your mouth
With vibrant words of kindness
Breathing life to the wilting spirits
Your ears listen to the reflecting sound,
From the corners of each word,
In the room of hidden troubles
You raise your hands,
Supporting them that are feeble,
The heavy baggage of a big heart
And smile as you stride confidently
Can't deny,
That you rest upon walls of integrity
High and mighty,
Guarding your city of character
That many travel through your gates,
And yes,
Their souls rejuvenated,
To once again set foot,
Upon their variant paths to a better living
And u, my dear
The saint on a milky way
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