I Wish I Could Believe You

I wish I wasn't such a coward.
Nor boy, nor man, nor fool,
I feel as a stuffed man who bleeds
a man whose expectations drool.
When I come home in December
after my body has gone numb,
I can't say I'm a brave man
though I bet I have more courage than some.
There's always something cold inside me,
yet always something warm,
I wish I could somehow believe you;
when you say you can weather this storm.
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