Sometimes I feel haunted by mistakes of my past.
Terror-stricken, I try to find a way to get away fast.
But there’s really no purpose, there’s no need to run.
‘Cuz I can’t change what’s happened; what’s done is done.
But it’s no good to keep carrying burdensome guilt.
Even in adversity, a flower was meant to blossom, not wilt.
So I’ll expel the dark struggles and sins from my soul
Because through the Atonement, I will be whole.
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