Am I finally ready to forgive?
Cause I was ready to live
Without forgiveness' consoling words
They had flown away like tropical birds
Left me at peace in the winter cold
But now they're approaching again
At the tip of my tounge ready for you to claim
I'm not sure if it's right
But just as seasons involuntarily arrive I cannot fight
Reapproaching tropical birds
Or the liberation of forgiving words
They're blossoming at the mere sight
When you whispered and asked if I might

Forgive

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