Too often skewered, too often left, too often sick and bereft, too often confused and easily led.nYou too often left us for dead.nBut if we change in the new year, it's only because we have to.nGiven the choice, given the space, we never would.nAnd if we say we will call you, you really shouldn't believe us.nGiven minds of our own, we never will.nnSo easily tossed, so easily lost, so easily taken to rut.nSo easily led around by our hearts, so easily dragged through the mud.n(Oh, I know, I know.) But if we change in the new year, it's only because we have to.nGive the choice, given the space, we never would.nAnd if we say we will call you, you really shouldn't believe us.nGiven minds of our own, we never will. nnCall us a legion if you have to, moving slowly toward the day, a day of confession, of reconciliation.nOh, do you believe in love? Because we do.nWe know if because we've seen it.n(Seen it on billboards, seen it on the big screen, seen it on tv, seen it on greeting cards.)