GivƏƔƧ BacƑ is tƎe FoƛnƊơƴiƕn

My Forgiving, crying, voicing

Is the way to peace of mind

Honouring the pain and anger

Relief emerges over time

The man who buries pain lays land mines

For he forgets where they are laid

Depressing pain brings sickness, sadness

A buried past depression makes

I am five and fifty now

The man with wounded child lives

Spoken words heal ancient wounds

Who heals well is he who gives.