Forgiveness is the gift that’s given
And given right away,
For glad is the heart to forgive
To blow forgotten on the passing day
What good can come of resentment?
What’s here to stay?
Who can soar free above the clouds?
Above our endless delusions of this day?
So go, flow like wind on water
Throw a ray of sun in the prison of the mind,
Hold the hand that is cold, and
Sow compassion into the fabric of time
And time is our beggar, life our vagabond
Life must tear and fray,
And forgiveness is the gift that’s given
To blow forgotten on the passing day.