Lyrics
[Nylon Guitar Arpeggio Intro]
No crowd, no stage, just candlelight,
a conversation with my past.
[Verse 1]
I speak the pardon to the boy,
who thought the hurt would always last.
He carried burdens far too big,
with trembling hands and weary sight.
I tell him now: you made it through,
you walked into the morning light.
The old pine desk is cleared of notes,
the ink bottle capped and put away.
A quiet satisfaction breathes,
at ending of the day.
[Pre-Chorus]
The younger self relaxes now,
he unclasps fingers tight and small.
The shadows shrink along the rug,
across the bedroom wall.
[Chorus]
Speaking the pardon softly.
I forgive the mistakes of yesterday,
and let the heavy stones roll away.
No heavy anchor pulling down the sound,
speaking the pardon softly.
[Verse 2]
I brew a cup of chamomile,
the honey melting in the spoon.
Through curtain lace I see the glow,
of a serene and silver moon.
My heartbeat settles in its chest,
no panic rising in the throat.
I wrap my shoulders in the quilt,
and float on peace afloat.
[Chorus]
Speaking the pardon softly.
I forgive the mistakes of yesterday,
and let the heavy stones roll away.
No heavy anchor pulling down the sound,
speaking the pardon softly.
[Bridge]
Oh, the greatest grace I ever gave,
was giving grace unto my soul.
To gather all the scattered years,
and find that I am whole.
[Chorus]
Speaking the pardon softly.
I forgive the mistakes of yesterday,
and let the heavy stones roll away.
No heavy anchor pulling down the sound,
speaking the pardon softly.
[Soft Cello & Guitar Outro]
The honey melting in the spoon...
Speaking the pardon softly.
[Fade Out]
[End]