What is the weight of sorrow?
What is the size of hate?
What is the cost of stolen time,
of anger, lying in state?
Too many years you’ve carried the load
too many miles have passed;
isn’t it time to let things go
and find relief at last?
Forgive yourself for holding on,
and forgive the ones who hurt;
while there’s still light, and you’re still here
and not boxed beneath the dirt.
To forgive and be forgiven
friends, I think the time is here;
shake off that pall and make that call
and restore that joy so dear.