When I learn the art of forgiveness,
All the pain inside will melt away
And then I will be prepared to say
All the words that make my heart
Bleed every single night and day.

When I learn the fragile art of wanting
Less than life can give me I will be free
From what still chains my soul but I (in
My stupid blindness) can’t really see.
I guess I am the one who’s got the key.

When I open my bruised hands to fate
And pour my tired heart out just to you,
I will believe more in sweet miracles and
Maybe I will finally encounter myself again
And bury the sorrows that still remain.

Karla Bardanza