Your heart is a safe, guarded and sealed
Your scars and bruises have never been healed
Your mind is a vice-grip past pains held tight
Your spirit is vicious it yearns to fight
You say you seek peace and love that is true
But love and truth begins with you
Not until you forgive the things of the past
Will your wounds and pains be gone at last.
-Andrew Senior
Elegy's Overture 