Sorrow is a frost that envelops the soul,
Chills the blood and numbs the mind.
Forgiveness is as hard as a granite heart -
I am not a natural forgiving kind.
There are those with erasers poised and ready
To wipe the sins of the past away,
But the lifelong grief of the ones that remain
Might not allow their salvation day.
Some with guilt on their bloodied hands
Who pushed us closer to the grim abyss
Are still not worthy of a handshake grip
Nor the warm embrace of a Christian kiss.