They say hatred's just love with its back to the sun, A wounded heart running from what it can't outrun. We call it rage, we call it pain, we call it being wronged, But sometimes we're just singing the same old broken song. The scars that we carry become familiar ground, We build our homes in sorrow when healing can't be found. It's easier to curse the dark than face the rising dawn, To clutch the hurt we've known for years instead of moving on. Love turned around, that's all hatred can be, A shadow cast by longing where forgiveness should be free. The chains we forge in anger are the ones we wear alone, And every step toward mercy is a step back toward home. If your pride has been shattered and your spirit feels betrayed, Look closely at the mirror where the deepest debts are paid. The shame you hide in silence grows stronger in the night, But truth can walk right through it when you bring it to the light. Let the river of your sorrow flow gently through your hands, Don't dam it up with bitterness that hardens into sand. The pain was never meant to stay and build a throne inside your chest, It came to teach, then leave behind the wisdom from the test. Love turned around, that's all hatred can be, A shadow cast by longing where forgiveness should be free. The chains we forge in anger are the ones we wear alone, And every step toward mercy is a step back toward home. When the storm takes someone from you, And the night won't let you sleep, It's easy to find someone to blame For wounds that cut so deep. But if pain belongs to heaven, Then where does healing start? Who placed the strength within your soul, Who mended your broken heart? Maybe grace arrives in quiet ways, In hands that help you stand, In every choice to rise again, Though you don't understand. A mother says, "Everything is wrong," beneath the weight she bears, Not seeing all the frightened eyes listening from the stairs. The child believes she's part of it, the parents feel they've failed, The people who still love her hear a hope that's grown derailed. But everything is seldom lost while one good thing remains, A hand to hold, a voice that calls your name through all the pain. The world is never empty while there's love enough to see, The broken and the beautiful are both what make us free. Love turned around, let it face the light again, Let compassion heal the places where resentment settled in. Forgive yourself for being human, forgive the ones who roam, For every road that leads through grace Will always lead you home. You can only hate as deeply as you've loved before, So turn your heart around, my friend, And open up the door.
