We found each other
At a time when the claws of betrayal
Had pulled off all our flesh
And our bones were scarred
We were naked and raw
Both trying to find ourselves
It felt good to have a warm hand
To hold in the dark
And to seat in the dark
And talk about our fears
And our hopes and feelings.
But alas, the sun comes up
And the fears creep in again
Through thin veils that run deep
And the doubts set in
That maybe it's too good to be true.
But maybe it's not that at all
There's no problem with this
Maybe we're just too scarred
To ever trust love again.
