In every criminal there is a child -
With the face of your son,
The hands of your brother.
A mother held him once, she lulled him to sleep. When he cried she soothed him.
The weary heart that longs to forgive-
The marriage of family, it never desists.
I live in a sad state,
The anger retreats, but that is just me.
I can simple forgive but I cannot forget.
To do so would be foolish and fools are just that.