The Wound
There was a wound within my heart
That bled and bled for years;
It stained my soul with crimson drops
And filled my mind with fears.
I nursed it with a bitter hate
And fed it with my pain;
I thought it was a part of me
That I could not disdain.
But oh, the wound, it grew and grew
And ate away my life;
It made me shun all love and joy
And plunged me into strife.
It made me see the world as dark
And all the people foes;
It made me hear the voice of doom
And feel the touch of woes.
And then one day, I saw the light
That shone from heaven's grace;
It showed me how to heal the wound
And find a better place.
It taught me how to forgive and love
And let the past be gone;
It taught me how to live anew
And sing a brighter song.
And now the wound is healed and closed
And left no ugly scar;
It only serves as a reminder
Of how far I've come so far.