hope

if fear could left in a box
and love given an open sky
if faith took over the world
the heart perhaps will not be shy

but such is not the state of things
it is all in a disarray 
advantage is all that is sought
and chicanery is the order of the day

how could trust then be bestowed
upon you who have broken mine
how is to be faith restored
oh, how black is the heart of thine