At the point when shadows fall and hearts become frail,
Trust murmurs delicately, quiet and smooth.
Through fights wild and torment obscure,
It lights the way, however we’re separated from everyone else.
A glint little, a consistent aide,
In haziest hours, it will not die down.
For even in the most profound evening,
Trust sparkles a way, a consistent light.
Through each tempest, we rise, we adapt,
For strength lives in enduring expectation.
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