I gave my best to hearts untrue,
With kindness they could never do.
They took my light, then walked away—
But I still shine, come break of day.
Their silence spoke, their actions told,
A tale of hearts that stayed too cold.
But mine was warm, and mine was wide—
I never had a need to hide.
So if they left, let them be gone,
I'll dance beneath a brighter dawn.
My grace remains, my soul is free—
Their loss, not mine, is history.
The wrong may fade, the right will stay,
My spirit grows in its own way.
For every tear, a seed is sown,
And from the hurt, my strength has grown.
I'll walk with joy, my head held high,
No shadow dims my open sky.
For goodness shines, it never ends—
It finds its way, it always mends.
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