Whatever it is that I did to hurt you
Feel me when I say that I am sorry
That I will do better until next time
I shall take away what you give me
And return better having known
That love mends all brokenness
So broken am I and need your love
So pour it out freely until you soar from it

My sorrow rests on the knowledge
That nothing will take away my suffering
Rather, I am to thrive in it and grow
Learn to control it
Live above it
Love instead of hate
Be charitable instead of jealous
Be kind instead of mean
It takes a decision to be such

But you pretend Christ is not here
And live pure evil in the shadows
The rich never change
Their harrowing evil ways are the same
As they were two thousand years ago
Back then only tables were turned
Soon the table indeed turn