The curse set before us,
from the years long ago that we thought we buried.
The cries from the grave,
still finds a voice in the way we live.
Our ancestors' hardships and frustration.
Leaving wounds they never knew they carried, now bleeding through the lives we live today.
The cycle, the curse reaches for the ones to come.
But the works of the enemy is now exposed.
What we refuse to confront,
the ones not here yet, may be forced to carry.
For we, too, are the ancestors-
and the future will inherit what we don't heal, what we don't reveal, and what we decide to abandon.
The curse set before us,
from the years long ago that we thought we buried.
The cries from the grave,
still finds a voice in the way we live.
Our ancestors' hardships and frustration.
Leaving wounds they never knew they carried, now bleeding through the lives we live today.
The cycle, the curse reaches for the ones to come.
But the works of the enemy is now exposed.
What we refuse to confront,
the ones not here yet, may be forced to carry.
For we, too, are the ancestors-
and the future will inherit what we don't heal, what we don't reveal, and what we decide to abandon.
