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Trust is giving you the key to an empty chest,
Opening the doors and showing you inside,
Leaving you to your own devices in my castle,
Balancing my Crystal bowl upon your head,
And reading this allowed to you,...
Trust is knowing what the truth is without some reassurance,
It is a blind man in a mine field listening to your voice,
Fearlessly staring down the barrel of a gun,
Because you told me it'd be alright,
Trust is the foundation for a peaceful happy life,
And so I trust in you.

Watching through a window,
I don't see a great world,
I don't see a world of opportunity,
I can't see the making of history,
Because that's where I am already,...
Looking through your window,
Watching you waste time.

Listen to the boom and the roar,
The mighty sound of thunder,
It is the sound of my master's voice,
As it sounds, it humbles me,
Drives roots from my planted feet,...
Deep, deep down into the very heart of the earth,
And up, up through my body into my own,
Standing at the whim of great power,
A puppet to the wind.

Mum, I won't always need you,
And I won't always turn to you,
Some days you won't be on my mind,
And sometimes I may say something unkind.

Do I walk the ethereal road?
Can I pass through the walls of my home,
As I pass through strangers on the street?
When each moment passes between the beats of your heart,
But lasts the life of a thousand suns,...
It's difficult to define you plane of existence.

It doesn't matter what the world thinks,
It doesn't matter who whispers in the shadows,
It doesn't matter what they say,
All that matters is that smile,
The smile that spreads from cheek to cheek,...
And twinkles in those eyes,
The smile that tells me more than any word,
Because that is where real truth is found.

Sometimes the greatest work you make,
Is not that which you set out to create,
But that which distracts you from your goal,
That which absorbs you mind, body and soul,
Because during your more laborious tasks,...
You'll find the golden light in which your heart basks,
Those little things to which you fully commit,
So let yourself fully submit,
To these more pleasurable distractions,
And you may find these the more worthy actions.

I am not the boy I once was,
Young and foolish and full of myself,
And although my body has barely aged,
I have grown beyond that childish cage,
To see the world anew,...
Without the chains of masculine pride,
And accepting that wisdom is still to come,
For life is wasted on the young of mind,
But embraced by all the young at heart,
Life will open with warm embrace.

In dark of the night,
By the light of the moon,
Under the beauty of the stars,
Things seem much clearer,
Than in the blinding,...
Blistering light of the sun,
In the shadow of the clouds.

Sometimes you find your mind is busy,
Even though you have nothing to think about,
Creating answers to questions you never asked,
Giving solutions to problems that haven't happened,
And showing you things which are impossible,...
Nothing quite fitting together,
Nobody making sense,
And everything seems scary,
When the darkness that surrounds you,
Is nothing at all,
And the light you can no longer see,
Is that all really surrounds you.

Some things aren't worth rushing,
Getting carried away with all the pushing,
Because swimming upstream may take longer,
But in the in the end it will make you stronger.
And you'll find you experienced so much more,...
Life has so many little surprises in store,
So why waste them in your haste?
And look back at all the waste,
Just go with what feels right,
And your days will be so bright,
Don't aim for targets and one restrictive goal,
Just do what fulfills your soul.

Strange to think that in happy days,
That things can still get brighter,
Like the moon in the city when the lights go out,
Or the sunset emerging through the clouds,
And you know that even when the clouds roll over once again,...
Or the blinding neon lights relight,
That true and wonderful illumination,
Will be there through and through.

The reason we lie to others,
Is to convince ourselves,
To spin an untruth,
That beds us in its web,
To fill an empty life with false images,...
And share our empty days with hollow words,
When to smear another and bring them down,
Is more important than rising up to meet them,
And in the end,
As the good book said,
Only the truth,
Will set you free.

There are some lights that go out,
And some lights that burn out,
Some that burn on into the darkness,
Others that flicker and dance,
Some that guide,...
And ones that play tricks,
Illuminating paths but blurring visions,
A light is only as good as its intentions.