Say what you will of me Heaven knows there are those Who speak ill of me And I hear and you fear I am too sensitive Of their lack of love Though live and let live To be clear I forgive This is my token Outlove the hate they chose Having awoken For having been broken Outlive memory If not forget not yet Forgive now then forget If not until when I remember again In my December then Dying is easier than living And forgetting harder than forgiving +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII