A Collection of Resentment
How I would long to know
That I could be forgiven
That the mistakes of the past
Would collapse from tradition
That the judgments that are cast
Would be a halt of decision
And the path that I walk
Is not a road to perdition
Yet all my sins are held against me
From a heart of anger
And the friend that I once knew
Has become a stranger
That holds me in contempt
That which never wavers
Seeing me to a fault
As a weighted anchor
Your eyes are now evasive
And what spirit is shrouded?
That you would sacrifice the lives
Of those we have sprouted
That your mind would sever heart
And retains to be clouded
That faith, hope and love
Are now just things to be doubted
Departed
Into the abuse of a soul
Light diminished
As you wander alone
In the dark of deceit
To the defeat of control
And I say what sort of hell
Can even truly atone
Were you raised to run
Were you made to abandon
Is the map of your life
A collection of canyons
You have built up resentment
That reigns in expansion
Till it floods your whole world
To drown out your companions
For the efforts of love
To reach your heart is great
That it risks its own measure
Through the torrents and waves
To weather the storm
The abuse and the pain
That it will sacrifice self
Before giving into hate
Another drop in the bucket
A heavier burden to bare
The yoke you have amassed
Is but a weight of despair
Has you caught in affair
Completely unaware
So captivated by a lie
You cannot utter a prayer
You have lost your identity
Found embrace in a sickness
You may have fooled yourself
But you can’t fool your witness
Sacrificed love
To an action of business
Your resentment a collection
That is without forgiveness