The gravel road winds through the pine,

Lost in thoughts that ain't just mine,

A memory sticks, a stubborn mule,

Time ain't softened, but it's the rule.

Reconciliate, where the heart bends,

Forgive the wrongs, make the amends.

Reconciliate, it ain't too late,

Turn the hurt to something great.

The creek still sings its lonesome tune,

Under a silver southern moon.

Count the scars, like rings in trees,

They tell a story, one that frees.

The past don't sleep, it just lays low,

But love can plant what time can grow.

Reconciliate, where the heart bends,

Forgive the wrongs, make the amends.

Reconciliate, it ain't too late,

Turn the hurt to something great.

You can count the stars, count the sins,

But what you lose, the heart begins.

Tally the years, tally the pain,

A softer soul is what you gain.

The whispered words, they echo still,

A silent promise on a distant hill.

Sunlight fades, but hope remains,

Washing clean the weathered stains.

The path ahead, it ain't always clear,

But courage whispers, banishing fear.

One step forward, a healing stride,

With open arms, nowhere to hide.

Reconciliate, where the heart bends,

Forgive the wrongs, make the amends.

Reconciliate, it ain't too late,

Turn the hurt to something great.

Reconciliate, the spirit mends,

On broken ground, a new life ascends.

Reconciliate, forever true,

The journey starts, renewed for you.