No good can come of hatred
but that doesn't stop its growth
the hateful are all blinded
when it comes to those they loath.

The fierce flame in their eyes
And the venom in their voice
no matter how they try
They are blinded to life's joys.

I can't imagine feeling hatred
although I'm told I have good cause
I find resentment makes me faded
and it closes all my doors.

Maybe he deserves my hatred
but I deserve to move on
so I forgive the cursed
And in some way I have won.