Are we and our words
What we utter and vow
Of a promise i query value
and a principle’s worth i frain
To what end is then our strength
Since tempted when, unto weaknesses we tend?
of what doth love boast
When lust wins most?
When what would rather
wrestle that which feels good
which would win?
what we are, what we really are
is it then not what we become
when tests appear in a different shade
from what blee of which our scripts were made?