Trust
Reuben Houweling, Drew Riekman, Mitchell Trainor, Jake Holmees
Sweating, pavement
Thick air, breathing
Pulpit, empty
Tense up, impatient
Hey, you know, what’s best, for me
I, trust you, implicitly
No fear, no harm, can come to me
I’m free, I’m out, sit comfortably
Windows black, no sound
Path to home, gated now
Stained glass, worthless
Empty words, fallen flat
The heat, no out, there is, no shade
No relief, no help this way
Hey, you know, what’s best, for me
I trust you, implicitly
Windows black, no sound
The soil, the earth, it’s gone, away
The sun, the light, everything
And me, I sit, forget, to think
The air, I breathe, it’s dark, and grey
No green, no blue, no crowds, no weeds
Just dust, and silt, and rock, and clay
Trapped, and warm, It’s real, and bleak
Crisis caused, till it’s too late