How often I find myself
in search of an eraser.....
Wish it would erase .....
so many memories I need not treasure
I agree, me no perfect either...
for hurt sure even I have caused
But why do I feel a rage ...
for those mistakes that I have never been a part off.....
Rocked and shaken I am
by the mere power of hurt
It questions everything I say I blurt
But this fight in me has to end
and all thats hurt has to mend
So I choose to forgive
and hope it finds me too before the end
-- Firebird
