It's so sad when others can't forgive;
They drag things out and in the past they live.
Mole Hills turn into mountains;
Little spigots into erupting fountains.
Letting go of past mistakes;
Painful memories inside your mind;
grow from ponds into lakes.
Take a real look at who you are;
Search your soul and answers can't be far.
Don't let your wounds fester;
Be brave and stand tall against the tester.
A wind of change is a blowing;
Rivers of forgiveness flowing.