Au coeur doux … That is his major fault according to some … The man with the soft heart.
In a world that thirsts for blood and power the soft-hearted man is an object of scorn.

Ah … But … Tis the season
That scruffy little dove
Sticks out her neck
At least she tries
But can she survive
Can she bring peace
When all those lies
Threaten, scorn, then
Beat her down

Can she rise
And try again?