Keep me heaven my soul has holes, leaking good morals, I once had control over dark matters of the world, give me courage and strength for my Lord, and sew the holes that hold you...

As a lie can be buried, the truth will always bloom.

Fake friends; those who only drill holes under your boat to get it leaking; those who discredit your ambitions and those who pretend they love you, but behind their backs they know they are in...

The reason people fear to confide in anyone is that even an internal friend can make personal details external, and it will remain eternal.