Fearing failure I feigned faith Faking feelings I felt fraudulent Falsehood frequently found favour The fellowship followed I forgot former fidelity I forsook faith for froth Froth failed On display to the world My faith could be seen Faith the size of a mountain incapable of moving a mustard seed One day I stopped pretending Threw away the facade And found something I thought I'd lost It was very small but very valuable and it was alive.
