Song explores the issue of unresolved conflict from all sides, the perpetrator who doesn't seek forgiveness and the victim who blames themselves for allowing the abuse.
The breeze blows just as even, for the wicked and the strong.
Carries a wooden sailboat, as it cuts through right and wrong.
Like a leaf floating in a gentle stream or
the homeless in a drunken dream,
There's a message here for us all and for the unforgiven.
The gate will crash on pickets,
In a skittish howling wind.
No one takes out to ocean,
When there's whitecaps easily seen,
But as the girl slinks fearfully to her bed,
And bows to favours she must bend,
No one knows the truth more keenly than the unforgiven.
There's a gremlin in the tower,
Rats run freely round the house.
The truth has been so vacant, in the face of passing clouds.
We don't always need to look away,
When the question once at least's been raised,
Each morning I say my prayers now for the unforgiven.