In the quiet of my soul lingers hatred,
for the wrongs that have been done unto me.
And there I lie in pain,
suffering in my self inflicted agony.
Tho they may deserve my anger,
the wrath that pours like rain,
my loathing is a danger
to a heart that's filled with shame.
On each star I find a victory,
a lesson to be earned.
In my heart I find a longing to forgive
a yearning for a new leaf to be turned.
The fire in my soul burns away the past
the ashes fly away and I am released at last.