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
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
2 comments:
Hi, I hope you remember me..I came upon your blog name when going through some old post of mine..you had made a comment. I remember that I loved your writing and thought you have great talent.
I hope you will come back to your blog and start posting your writings again for they are worth the time for people to come and read them.
Love and Blessings and Happy Holidays,
Rhi
I am just starting to write again :)
Or try anyways, my vocabulary isn't what it used to be.
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