Inspired from Jesse Mccartney's I'll try.
If the world is made of trust,
What is this faith I have in you?
I believe that I can try to hope,
But the faith in you just pulls me back.
Trust is just a word,
Faith is just a feeling.
I can have wings, but not be able to fly,
I can sing and not have any songs to hear.
I hear the bells,
but I can't see the elves,
my trust is gone.
If the world has not faith,
then what does trust matter?
Trust is just a word,
and without feeling,
Faith is not true.
When the world's outershell
is peeled back,
Do we see Pixie dust?
Or is it just Faith and trust?
Pixie Dust.
