Whether or not they take their life,
I’m half heartless to all despise.
Martyrdom mine two times of strife,
All souls have a rising demise.
I dare not seek to have revenge,
Knowing my eyes do not lie, see?
What words I say could make you cringe,
Why I stigmatized upon thee?
Chance after chance, year after year,
Always open to soon forgive.
What more to say no longer tear,
Turn to apologize, outlive…
What left half heartless to amend,
When no longer heart to pretend…