The weak can never forgive. for Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.
This was the tolerance at its highest peak; he wouldn’t dare to fall asleep. But now I know that it was so, this person’s heart was weak. That goes to show why he can’t forgive, the shadow that trails behind, and so I see he carries no will, to face the troubles he finds.
The weak of heart can never forgive, something ascribed to the strong.
But if he smiles for what’s yet to come, then I’ll be contented to concede I was wrong.
The closer to light the strong may reach, more of our darkness shows, there in the shadow it all consumes, disguised in miniature bows.
Sometimes they stretch and others so few, will grow towards the light, and was it so glad that nobody knew, that Erbrium was too right.
Both side by side this blackness sleeps, deep inside the weak,
but what now of the shadow and light, which Erbrium wished to seek.
I have no quire to read aloud, or challenge this strange mind; yes there I see that even he, could leave his troubles behind.