Jan 2016
I forgive your deeds,
Will you forgive me for mine,
Or shall we forget?
Will you forgive me for mine,
Or shall we forget?
It is this oxymoron that drives most human beings,
And with the contradiction we live with ourselves,
But maybe that imperfection is what makes us more human?
And with the contradiction we live with ourselves,
But maybe that imperfection is what makes us more human?
