| Someday, | we'll forget the hurt, | the reason we cried, | and who caused us pain. | We will finally realize | that the secret of being free | is not revenge, | but letting things unfold | in their own way and own time. | After all, what matters is not the first, | but the last chapters of our lives | which shows how well we ran the race. | So smile, laugh, forgive, | believe, and love over and over again.. |