Forgiveness lives in a hole in your soul.
Take it easy, let it roll.
I built a castle that was torn down.
I spoke words that he worked around.
Took a train to nowhere just to forget,
But he showed up with fists at my new doorstep.

There was a time I was laying, palms, face
down on the ground.
Afraid, trembling, at the slightest sound.
How heavy was the world, when heavy was the girl.
How small she became as it started to rain.
The battle never ends, and maybe I should feel lost.
But I showed up with fists, fighting at all costs.

Now we live in the thick of it, unprepared for what's next.
Though that end of the tunnel is nowhere in sight,
I can look up at the sun as it peaks through his cracks and still see light.