Cliché

I’ve always tried to be a good person,

To be helpful, caring and kind,

To be genuine with no real reason

But apparently I’m arrogant and blind

Is it wrong to believe there is good in our hearts?

And that people can still take a stand?

Since when is it weak and when did we start,

Accepting that savagery is grand?

Am I the only one who still believes in romance?

And love in its unconditional form?

You’ll never really know if you don’t take a chance

And face what you’re hiding from

Am I the only one left who sees right from wrong?

And believes that there is always hope around?

Kindness isn’t weak; in fact it makes you strong

Even if in this hectic world, help can always be found

There’s always someone willing to listen to you

To lend an ear, a hand or a shoulder to cry on

Someone to help you muscle through

I believe in this, and that not everyone is a moron

And that there is still good out there

But I guess that’s not how the world works today,

And while not everyone believes that people can care

I do, even if it is a cliché