Bold is the strength of a thousand soldiers
Infinite is the curse of a dying man
And terrible is the pain of a grieving Mother

Page by page we write this book
And word by word this pain does grow
Trapped in the lines by who we are

Forgetting what we had
We lose who we've become
And fall back to who we were

Needing to want
And wanting to feel
We grab on to whatever we can

And staring into the darkness
We try to take control
And make amends for what we've done

Until finally we realize
That the past cannot be undone
Only that it will not become our future

Forgive but don't forget
For forgiveness is forever
And forever will not be forgotten