Darkest Hour
In the darkest hour of her deepest despair
The pain was so great she was madly aware
It went deep in her heart to the very worst part
Where there was nothing, just cold, dark, black art.
Pain turned to anger as she thought for a while
She'd thought he was her protector, so muscular, so mild
What he'd just told her put her in shock
Her life now in danger from some in the flock
The protector had put her in mortal danger
And why had he done this, he wasn't a stranger
Or was he? She'd known this man a decade or better
She'd knitted him many a warm woolen sweater
Testing of faith from one to another
From father to son, daughter to mother
Those that were friends were doubtful and then
Yes it was time to begin fresh again
Build up the trust that had been lost in the dust
Get rid of the wolves, the greed and the lust
Begin again, regain the trust that was void
Try once more not to be paranoid.
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