Unforgiveness is a cell that I've made for myself
Things can be said before, "farewell. "

Rich splashed his face with cold water
Took a look at the man in the mirror
He dried up and walked out to the porch
To finally talk to his father. -- man now tired
Relieved of his anger. his son looked him in the eye
Spoke through anxiety

"dad, something has been weighing on me. "
"what is it, richie? "
(he thought, "unforgiveness is a cell
That I've made for myself. things can be said before
"farewell. ")
He took a deep breath, his back drenched in sweat
Floridian heat. he heard the ice melt in his father's tea
The rocking creek of the swing
Quietly, rich began to speak

"when I was young, you were awful to me
A terrible father, a worse husband
You have to see the blood on your hands
Of all people, know what it's like to fear your ol' man
My entire life I've resented you
But now I get what iom meant when she said
Ain't nobody perfect. ' I'm tired of carrying resentments
I'm trying my best to forgive you. "

"oh my son, for what I've done, I'm so sorry
Just know that I've always loved you
If you ever can forgive me. "

Our unforgiveness is a cell that we make for ourselves
Things can be said before, "farewell. "

A father, never so broken, a son, never outspoken
Held each other in warm embrace tears of joy and pain
Streaming down their face
Forgiveness opens the door to change