Ian Petch Poet Lyric

A Forgiven Life

Running through the mystery of where I should begin
Standing down and rising up, I never miss a thing
Running through the memory of where to be alone
The only thing I really need has died where I have grown

Coherent little rhythms that take up all my time
Making up for what I lost and straightening the lines
Coherent little gatherings of everything I am
The truth is that there are no words, the lines are made of sand

Oceans of ascended lies and reasons to despair
Far away but far too close, I’ve nothing pure to share
Oceans of forgotten pains that drown us all in blood
Threatening our ignorance and draining all our good

Impossible to let it go when everything has died
So now I seek to understand the rebirth of what’s inside
Impossible to see this thing when all I see is hate
So now I isolate myself and hope it’s not too late

Meditating on the world and where I should return
There’s life inside the birth of hope where everything was burned
Meditating on what comes and learning to forgive
I’ll no longer regret the things I lost but I’ll never forget to live

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