It was you who helped me find the pink
and together we discovered what love
could be, then feared it was all a lie.
Your words would bring flashbacks of a father
I still had yet to forgive.
And with you, sometimes, I felt that familiar pain.

The worst part was not the pain.
It wasn’t even the way the pink
changed; I could forgive
you for that. The worst part was losing love
just like I did from my father.
The both of you succeeded in convincing me of a lie.

For one pure summer, you didn’t tell a lie.
Together we felt peace, not pain.
You helped me forget the abuse of my father
and we blossomed, beautiful shakes of pink
Nothing could make me forget that love
and I wish every day there was nothing to forgive.

But don’t worry, darling, you I can forgive.
I’ll pretend the “I never loved you” was a lie;
I’ll remember what I thought was love
and dismiss the endless pain.
Today I reflect on the pink
and realize the one who hurt us first was my father.

I’ve found what I need in my Heavenly Father.
He’s given me the strength to forgive
and to restore my colors back to pink.
He gives me rest and lets me lie
back against Him, killing my pain
and covering me in limitless love.

Despite what I’ve said, I believe we had love.
But now I’ve found what I was missing in my Father.
He wants to heal you, to stop the pain,
but you have to let go and forgive.
Don’t believe the hopeless lie
That we can’t, once again, be pink.

I am made pink, and worthy of love.
I’ll reject the lie and embrace my Father.
He’s helped me forgive and said I’ll never relive the pain.