Trust A pair of hands reach out to clasp one another; A token of friendship, Of trust. But when one releases the other– Breaks away; letting the other fall, What happens then? What happens when trust is broken? Brick by brick the wounded hand begins to build a wall, And higher and higher it goes until it can build no more. “Safe,” it thinks, For it has done all it knows. Other hands, one after another reach out, But what match are they against a fortress of the heart? Alone now the hand and its’ heart wither until there is one who, by some miracle, has a key, Or there is one who dares to brave the climb. But there is another way. When the builder sees that their walls also keep out love, and kindness, and goodness. When they see that their walls not only keep others out, but also keep them in. When they tear their walls down and are willing to risk being hurt again.
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