Trust once stood,firm and tall,
a quiet tower,shielding all.
But cracks appeared, unseen unheard,
betrayal whispered its quiet word.

What is a bond,if fragile,weak,
a promise broken when none speak?
The hands that held now hesitate,
once open paths close their gates.

Eyes that once saw only light,
now question shadows in the night.
Every truth feels sharp,unsure,
a wound too deep to ever cure.

When trust falls silent,turns away,
the world grows colder,shades of gray.
A fragile thing,it fades,it dies,
lost between the truths and lies.

Yet even so, some dare to mend,
to take the risk,to try again.
For trust may falter,break,and bend,
but hope remains,a faithful friend.