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!!