The hurt of the heart,
The dagger pierced in the heart,
An agony in the earth,
The burden of hate.
On the mountain top,
There I sat down,
Feeling a great hurt,
Firing back arrows,
The spirit of revenge,
The reciprocation of hate.
Then it re-occurred,
The nobility of a knight,
The joy of forgiveness,
The bliss of peace,
The pride of absolution.
The willingness to keep a precious name,
The joy of my heart,
A name so kind,
I choose to forgive,
As a knight,
Blackmail may die.
From my heart,
Do I forgive your hurt,
I have chosen pardon,
I stick with love,
I carry no hate.