Over the years we experience hurt
By those whom we love the most
We allow it to grow and tear at our hearts
Until it lingers as an
ever-present ghost.
Harsh words that are said during a family
rift
Cause confusion to hinder our way
We justify our anger while defending our
pride
With our feelings of deceit and betray.
The years go by; we go on with our lives
Without resolving the distant breach
"It does not matter," we say to
ourselves
As we keep them beyond our reach.
If we only knew that Time and Love
Are the only things we have in this world
And the Time spent apart; the Love that we
lost
Is more valuable than the
harsh words hurled.
But it's never too late to make that first
move
To heal the wounds that
maim our heart
One telephone call or a letter by mail
Is the beginning of a brand new start.