Lose the faith you've mustered together
The temptation to throw it in is a myth
Severe that limb that hold you to the trappings of your words
Crew off that nasty promise
Why keep your word in the face of so many words?
So many promises?
So many contradictory deeds and actions
Why even bother to pretend that each breath you speak isn't a lie?
Oh, to be heard again - to have ears that wait upon the breath that speaks...
Any ear will do...
But we live in an age of mutes who speak.
The baby who screams loudest will get the most attention.