Two words, so small, so often known,
Yet heavy as a heart of stone.
“Sorry” and “Forgive”, a sacred pair,
So simple, yet so rare to share.
A moment breaks, a silence grows,
A hurt unspoken, no one knows.
A glance away, a shattered trust,
A bond once gold, now touched by rust.
And yet, the cure is just a breath,
A single step from pride to depth.
But lips stay closed, the hearts grow thin,
Ashamed of loss, afraid to win.
“Sorry” a word that bows the head,
That speaks the truth we leave unsaid.
It trembles soft, but stands so tall,
It holds the power to mend it all.
“Forgive” a gift, a letting go,
A river melting bitter snow.
It doesn’t say “you’re right” or “wrong,”
It says “I choose to move along.”
But oh, how rare these words are heard,
As if they’re spells too strange, too blurred.
We guard our pain, we feed our pride,
While love and peace stay locked outside.
How strange it is that wars arise,
From silence born, from stubborn ties.
When all it takes to bring back light,
Is one soft word to end the fight.
So say it now, don’t wait too late,
Before regret becomes your fate.
For “Sorry” heals, and “Forgive” frees,
They calm the storm, they plant the peace.