A Cold Heart & Vengeful Way

I Really Did not Know ,

That a Persons heart could ever be so cold...

And that one could be so clever,

Not to ever let it show.

Is it a bitterness Of Old ,

Carried here from long ago...

Buried deep within a cold , cold heart,

That's taken root inside their very soul.

Do we Pity a cold and barren heart,

Do we ignore their venting rage...

Do we forgive their never ending lie,

Is it a price the righteous have to pay.

Do we stand and judge their vengeful ways,

Do we subject ourselves to the misery they

bring each day...

Or Do we stand against the games they so

Lightly Play.

If there was only some other easier way.

But there is no touching a Cold and Barren Heart.

When Only Emptiness lives inside their Soul.

Is it a Place we dare  even go.

How I wish that I did Know.

But, I Really Did not Know ,

That a Persons heart could ever be so cold...

And that one could be so clever,

Not to ever let it show.

Is it a bitterness Of Old ,

Carried here from long ago...

Buried deep within a cold , cold heart,

That's taken root inside their very soul.

I won't stand and judge their vengeful ways,

Can't subject ourselves to the misery they

bring each day...

But I will stand against the games they so

Lightly Play.

For there Is no other easier way.

For it is a bitterness Of Old ,

Carried here from their long ago...

Buried deep within a cold , cold heart,

That's taken root inside their very soul.