Three words that can help heal Yet we often find it so hard to utter Our pride gumming up our tongues So they lay silent, our lips mute I have never understood that difficulty To take responsibility Regardless the action We are built to withstand pain Not create it
Look around you.
Pain is an art form One we have perfected In what could be the sunset of our civilization We are still as un-evolved emotionally As our dawning Such great pains are taken in the name of progress Foul atrocities that stain our hands When working together, as one heart One whole We could have sparkled bright in these last rays Instead we are judge and executioner With little thought to how we will look When that sun rises again
Apologize. Swallow your pride. Take the steps to help rebuild every bridge burned. You never know when that bridge will be the only one left when you need to cross.