The Forgiver

It's hard to confess I haven't forgiven or forgotten

I wish I could say I've at least did one

But these shackles are my constant lock in

Of what was and wasn't done

How dare you push me into forgiving! 

It's easier said than done

Why don't you try what I am doing? 

Oh yeah, you'd scream and run

I don't know what I'm waiting for since I have the opportunity

It may be because i just now fine I don't have the audacity

One day these shackles will be broken ad then i might be set free

But until that on coming day I will live in my defective reverie

Cause patience is a virtue that shouldnt be taken at its best

One can always forgive or forget butin life im not like the rest