Human Touch (Blades and Ash)

Ain't no kindness in the face of strangers
Ain't gonna find no miracles here
You can wait on your blessin’s, my darling
I got a deal for you right here

I ain't lookin' for praise or pity
I ain't comin' 'round searchin' for a crutch
I just want someone to talk to
And a little of that human touch

Ain't no mercy on the streets of this town
Ain't no bread from heavenly skies
Ain't nobody drawin' wine from this blood
It's just you and me tonight

Tell me, in a world without pity
Do you think what I'm askin's too much?
I just want something to hold on to
And a little of that Human Touch

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“It is alright.”

“No it fuckin’ ain’t. None of this is alright. Hasn’t been for a long time.”

“You do not have to do it.”

“You don’t mean that. We both know I have to. Should have. A long fuckin’ time ago.”

“You can be excused for having reservations. The last time you tried-”

“If I can be worthy of redemption, so can they.”

He forces the words out of his mouth. It’s like pulling teeth, both the first part and the second. Slender fingers tangle themselves gently in his hair.

“So you will do it.” It’s not a question. “You will end it. Break the cycle.”

“I’ll try. It’s not all down to me.”

“I have faith.”

“Oh really? In what and since when.”

“In you. And in them. They are strong. Brave and foolish and reckless. Just li-”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”