Faith, you fickle friend!
You come and go as you please,
Leaving me behind to stare at your dust in awe.
Where did you go!
I wonder so quickly to myself,
Your disappearance is so urgent and unpredictable.
In one moment, I am sure of myself.
I am not worthy of the good things that could rain on me!
Then, you dare to return!
Oh, you defiant one!
There you go, placing yourself in my lap,
Just to look at me with those innocent eyes.
You stir such joy in me at those times!
If only I could realize, that it is not you at all
Who is the fickle one.
For it is I,
With my lack of belief and security,
That lets your slick body slip from my grasp