in spite of what you may think,
i know how it feels
trampling over broken
pieces.
having looked at both sides now
one side, pain.
the other side, guilt
in the end, the same
it’s still pain.
why must you prolong the hurt for yourself?
let go, be free.
there’s a God who still cares for thee.
the years weren’t wasted.
—
two years on, i’ll let you know
that flowers will once again grow
sure it will never be the same
but there’s beauty in forgiven pain.
it may still feel like you’re the only one trying
but it’ll be better than it was.
—
everything thing will be ok in the end.
