And here, now;
Trembling under gentle touches,
Uncomrehending in the face of kindness,
Terified of love.
The cynic does not believe in happy endings.
Hurt too many times to believe,
Seen far to much pain and blood.
And here, now;
Uncertain under soft touches,
Scared to trust an act of kindness
Unused to love.
Th cynic dares to hope for a happy ending.
Hurt so many times but trying to believe,
Praying to move past the pain and blood;
Or at least move with it.
