It’s true, I can no longer touch the past.
Fight a memory to make the feelings last.
Every now & then the bitterness comes back in a rage.
The difference now is I know giving into it only keeps me in a cage.
Despite it all, the wounds & weapons fade with humility & age.
Life is what you give your attention to.
Choose love or hate in everything you ever do.
Set fire to the person I used to be.
The pain won’t decide my identity.
I’d rather live in love, than be controlled by fear.
Once you accept who you are the darkness begins to disappear.
Through the eyes of love, I never saw my life, my love, my world as clear.
Life gives us a choice, we either live by love or die by hate.
In matters of the heart, the discussion was never up for debate.