Trust is given to friends most true,
as long as they seem to have great virtue.
The more you give, the harder you can fall,
This message is for everyone, one and all.

Trust is the color of a dark seed growing,
Trust is the color of a heart's blood flowing,
Trust is the color of a soul's last breath,
Trust is the color of death.

Your trust has been given to friends brave and true,
'til forever is over and endless be through.
For the more that you give is the more that you get,
And the fear of lost trust is the thing you forget.

Trust is the color of a small seed growing,
Trust is the color of a heart's fire knowing,
Trust is the color of a soul's first flight,
Trust is the color of life.

Once again, you've felt pain, all because of your trust,
But to dwell in the pain is to let your heart rust.
For your faith must be boundless, wide-eyed like a child,
Who is hurt one day and then tomorrow will smile.

Trust is the mortar that binds us together,
Trust is the shelter from winter's cold weather,
Trust is the clock slowly ticking along,
If life is a blue bird, then trust is it's song.

Signed Goryan Ath'loren

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Chronos, in the year 294 AF.