• 845doe 77w

    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