Free
 
My trust for them, is set in stone.
Solid and unchanging, it is forever there.
The rock breaks, one person’s trust falls.
It runs off, joyed to be free.
It eventually returns, and sits and waits.
But it does not sit long, it wonders to and fro.
My position never changes,
Near the rock I never leave.
My trust I keep close, but this one wanders.
My trust for that one, comes and goes,
Ready to run at a moments notice,
Ready to flee it’s captor,
Ready to be lost by it’s owner.