My trust is made from-

The unfolding secrets of my life,

Locked away like cautious criminals,

Behind bars.

I found it in in my family tree,

They used trust way before me,

unleash the joy,

Some people say,

the apple does not fall far from 

the tree by the way.

The trust can destroy love,

But sometimes it comes from above,

the angles protect while the devils

reject, words slip out of your mouth 

as cold as the side of south.

If I Lose this trust,

I might go bust.