Knowing all I used to be,
How could I possibly love me?
Thorny branches grip my heart
And pierce me when I try to start
To give love to the parts of me
I hope no one will ever see.
Yet only if I face the pain
Will its hard grip begin to wane.
I will break free from their sharp hold
And heal my scarring from of old.
We all have our thorny cell,
That keeps us trapped inside our hell.
But all of us possess the key
That breaks our bonds and sets us free.
The key is that we self-forgive.
For in this life that we all live,
There’s no one who won’t make mistakes,
And we’ll keep on long as it takes
To learn our lessons and to grow.
That’s the reason, don’t you know,
For every failure and misdeed
To teach each person what they need.
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