What Goes Around

Chastise myself for believing your lies.
I'll rise, soar, fly above this emptiness.
I will conquer this hurt, your mess.
The rest, I leave to God to fix.

But a prayer wouldn't help your soul.
And you have no one to console
your baby blues, grown man going on two.
You don't realize hurt till its you.

Would not give my life
to ease your aching strife.
I'm worrying about myself now.
It's just me and mine.

High time! High time!
Been caring and carrying drama too long.
So long, not tearful those days are gone.
Absolutely I was weak, but now I'm strong!

Will I forgive and forget?
Refuse to bide till the regret.
Mostly I will forget.
There are lonely nights, I love them.

Heartache and pain are put simply 'past'.
I've put them past, tears and sorrow cast.
And you say, "How are you doing nowadays?"
I answer, "Good lord, I'm having a blast!"

Days come and go, no worry.
Time passes in quick spurts, no hurry.
All the hurts gone with you and yours.
You'll have your share of hurt and more.