As you travel the road of life
With your eyes straight ahead
Do the memories of the past
Leave you with tears on your bed
All too often
The innocent are wrongly accused
Burdened with shame
While the guilty are excused
But guilt has a long history
Traced back to who knows how far
The future runs into the past
A family tree of scars
One generation
Makes a victim of the next
And on and on it goes
Giving life to the hex
Long overdue healing
Comes from forgiveness within
Forgive yourself
Then with others you can begin
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