There are those of us
Whose hearts are taught
Whose hearts grow sour
And i cuts me right to the bone
These words
Are as sharp as knives
They can cut you to the bone
I thought I knew him
But he changed before me
And those who changed
Since I can't remember
Cut me right to the bone
There are those of us
Who in being taught
Chose to resist evil
Instead of forgive it
And my love is when I was standing
I got up
And I smiled about it
Even if I was above it all
I would give them a kiss
I would say a little prayer..
A Little Prayer -by sEung b. Kim
|
|