Where our thoughts are, there we'll live
Whether it be misery or joy, both of which Life freely gives
Languish in the mire of the past or steel our resolve
and leave the darkness at our back

Stand firm in the face of our sins
owning up to all of it, self-aware
Forgiving our shared part in it
regret and death could never win

A simple laying down of pride could spring a well of new
Life, but still we stay obstinate. We clench our fists tight
If the past be our only present, then so becomes our future
stained black with resentment
infected from picking at the sutures

Character actors writing their own screenplays
stopping to wonder why all their roles are the same
We continue to play the victim