Whatever you did 5 minutes ago,
That so filled your heart with shame and rage,
Beneath the blood it is forgotten,
That was another age,
Forgive yourself and,
Turn the page.
Every day was written in,
Before one of them came to be your cage,
But in the book of life and grace,
The script's as blank as an empty stage,
Learn your lines and improvise,
Play your part and,
Turn the page.
Whatever the grave clothes you wear,
From your former deathly wage,
The plot line demands that you take them off,
Be you sinner, saint or sage,
Shed regret and pain and naked to new life,
Come forth and take the stage,
The old you has been written out, so,
Turn the page.
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As children we learn Though the principle pain is palpable, Though the salt trails that mark our cheeks, long after the streams have dried, ...
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I surrender to you Like I was bound to do Not with hands held high Nor did I Abdicate my throne of emotions: It's courts abandoned, The...
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