What good could there really be
to dredge up the wretched sea
To cast her dead upon the shore
whose shocking smell we must endure
If trouble's buried and the smell is gone,
Why seek again the dried bones?
Could it be,
while acting with glee,
the powerful scent never left thee?
The painful memories shook the nose
That rosy image has been deposed,
beyond the clouds and the skies
On your knees where forgiveness lies
Forgiveness is such a beautiful tool...
Why turn your back on the God who rules
and his Son?
whom was heaven sent
To make your heart forever bent.