My soul quaked
a slice to my spirit I suffered.
The ghosts I had fought were let lose
freed by an evil heart
with only the goal of destruction.
It was a black heart that threw open those doors to let the ghosts float by
but my heart is only scathed
blessed be, today I'm not that one whose heart is dark and troubled.
Yes, I was lost, once long ago, almost to the point of no return
I pulled myself up and quit playing the blame game.
The dark hearts still play that game every chance they get
they know not how to take personal responsibility for their lives
that takes courage
and it is a coward who throws open doors for the ghosts.
My ghosts floated by
enabled by your cruelty
they made me feel things I didn't want to feel
but I'm rejoice for the chance to see how free of them I've become.
Now I feel gratitude and joy.
Sadly, your heart is still black
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