“When Pain Speaks”

I used to hold my anger like a stone,

Count the cracks in every hurt I’d known.

I traced the reasons for every wound,

But all I found was hearts in lonely rooms.

I thought of every lash, every lie,

The nights I cried, the questions why.

But slowly I saw what I couldn’t before,

That hurting hearts hurt hearts evermore.

And now I love the ones who’ve hurt me,

I see the pain that no one else can see.

Because the world’s full of broken souls,

And love is the bridge to make them whole.

I’ve learned to forgive, I’ve learned to understand,

That hurting hands once needed holding too, and I can.

I saw the reasons in their trembling eyes,

The battles hidden under thin disguise.

And though their words cut sharp and deep,

I’ve learned that love can wake what grief keeps asleep.

I don’t condone the pain they bring,

But I can give my heart and let grace sing.

For everyone who strikes, for everyone who hides,

I see the child within who silently cries.

And now I love the ones who’ve hurt me,

I see the pain that no one else can see.

Because the world’s full of broken souls,

And love is the bridge to make them whole.

I’ve learned to forgive, I’ve learned to understand,

That hurting hands once needed holding too, and I can.

It’s not weakness, it’s not a lie,

It’s seeing the tears behind every eye.

The world may wound, the world may break,

But love is the cure for every ache.

And now I love the ones who’ve hurt me,

I see the pain that no one else can see.

Because the world’s full of broken souls,

And love is the bridge to make them whole.

I’ve learned to forgive, I’ve learned to understand,

That hurting hands once needed holding too, and I can.