Nothing to shadow
Nothing but open land for the crop
What may have been reserved
Is now free to roam
Beliefe in your words first, I will follow the actions
Clarity will present itself
Hand shakes are empty
Everything could be for nothing
Time never wasted
Time well spent
Living with no regrets
In a place of asylum
Doubt tipped off the life boat
Dynamic imagery flutter in the wind
Faith is an acknowledgement of the possible faults
For the long haul
Trust is not only a word but weight with a statement
Only interchangable once your beneath the surface
William K. Butler
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