Trust

Serving with a heart of a true being
They feed our minds that train us to have the strength of a worrior
Tomorrow may never come, but as long as today exists; empty rounds will be refilled
Even if fear should ever pierce through the armor of justice, we will still walk the plank with our eyes wide open
Even if everything left leaves us with nothing worth fighting for, we believe that even losing earns the right to gratitude

Protection may never come, for retless nights makes us weary
As long as we provide, our alertness will suffice for lost time
We find that sleeping among those that free us from empty dreams, something still wakes us
If we set the world on fire, then are we the heroes, or the wind that carries the flame
Mind over matter inly works if we believe, and to believe we must trust.