I took the time to make a list
Based on much contemplation.
I came upon my feeble faults
And sang them, incantations.
My friends agreed, I trust too much.
I often make excuses
For those who seem to be unfit
And leave me with heart bruises.
Yet, all in all, is this a fault?
To think the best of you?
How would my creator have me?
What would the master do?
Someday, I hope to ask him
How I should have been.
I truly hope "You trust to much"
To be my only sin.