I was born treading water in an ocean of shame

Where did this shame start is my family to blame?

Did it start with a trickle and end in this flood

Do the “sins of the father” end up in our blood?

In centuries past we strove just to live

There was rarely time or attention to give

Just parents consumed putting food on the table

Providing a life that was solid and stable

No time for feelings you had to be strong

You had to be quiet and good to belong

So all Our “bad” feelings would go underground

Into our unconscious is where they are bound

But now we’ve evolved and have time and attention

Now we must deal with what we couldn’t mention

And clean out our feelings of hurt, rage, and dread

That caused this deep ocean of shame we now tread

If we all work together and let this shame flow

We will find that this ocean of shame we’ve let go

Will put out the fires of droughts also made

By what was thought sin and what price must be paid

Droughts of our rage or our drowning in shame

Are a polarized split of our fear, they’re the same

Their “Sin” was just fear that we would not survive

Through our forgiveness of “Sin” we will thrive!!