歌詞

They say hate the sin, but love the soul

Yet we burn the canvas to make us whole

We curse the artist for their fall

And miss the joy—no joy at all

Don’t hate the hand that made the crime

It’s not the same as hating time

If bitterness is what you crave

Then go ahead—be slave to rage

But life was meant for lighter things

Like broken bells that still can ring

The sage once said:

“I judged the heart but not the man,”

A mercy deep, an ancient plan

To know the wrong, to name the pain

But leave the soul outside the chain

A world that burns all guilty art

Will lose the maps that show the heart

Forgive the brush, forgive the sound

Even fallen stars still kiss the ground

So don’t hate the hand, just name the flame

Don’t smear the soul with stolen shame

Unless you love to curse and claw

Then that’s your truth—your bitter law

But me, I’d rather choose delight

In fragile songs and cracked twilight

So don’t hate the hand, just name the flame

Don’t smear the soul with stolen shame

Unless you love to curse and claw

Then that’s your truth—your bitter law

But me, I’d rather choose delight

In fragile songs and cracked twilight