Maybe even forgive
Those who stole from me
Beaten me up for nothing
Maybe even let me smile with them
Or even love them
This heart of mine
Is not a garbage bin
For cruel sad grudges
No it’s not
It is a precious jewel
Worthy of being treasured
This heart of mine
It’s like an eight cylinder engine
There is no time for dirty
Mind blowing slowing politics of the past
Oh no, it’s a rhythmic treasure of my soul.
Let me forget
Even forgive
And maybe even give
For in giving we shall receive
If nothing maybe a peace of mind
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