With so many resentments built up in your soul
You cannot be released from your past
Holding them inside burns a hole in your spirit
While your spirit is burning up fast
Are you so sure that the resentment you hold
Is not just an endless excuse
To not face the music of your own mistakes
Perhaps it is time for the truth
Often it is wise to let the past be the past
And bygones be what they are
But if the fire of resentment is out of control
Look inside first, do not look afar
You will find that which you hold
Can be released by making amends
It is never to late to say I am sorry
Bringing the fire of resentment to an end
Apr 17, 2010
Apr 17, 2010 at 5:06 PM UTC
With so many resentments built up in your soul
You cannot be released from your past
Holding them inside burns a hole in your spirit
While your spirit is burning up fast
Are you so sure that the resentment you hold
Is not just an endless excuse
To not face the music of your own mistakes
Perhaps it is time for the truth
Often it is wise to let the past be the past
And bygones be what they are
But if the fire of resentment is out of control
Look inside first, do not look afar
You will find that which you hold
Can be released by making amends
It is never to late to say I am sorry
Bringing the fire of resentment to an end
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
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