For many days this hurt has grown,
My conscience weighs with guilt that’s known
To self alone; a sense of right
Bestows itself upon my plight.

My right to comfort stands no more,
I forfeit it to stop this war,
To kneel before my enemy
In sorrow and humility.

I risk the cost, my cause is just,
And in her mercy blindly trust;
For this, I must forsake my pride
That selfishness might be denied.