I struggle
between believing in the good in people
when there is very little good left to be found.
Somewhere deep down,
in that much-too handsome chest of yours
you must understand not only your wrong-doings
but how to avoid them too
Why must you fall back in to your own trap over
and over again?
I see the beauty
not only in your face but behind your eyes
The sparkle of good so hard to find
I wish I could help you
escape this cycle
this ditch you can't dig yourself out of
let you see the good in who you are
that you're better than what you think you
must settle for
I hope
I hope so much you give me the chance
to show you