 It's amazing you've forgiven me for everything that I've done. When I look at my past, you tell me, boy, look forward and just run. Because I've overcome. You overcame. I always wondered why I found all that beauty in the rain. Maybe it's because, you know, I washed away my stains. Every single thought that had me feeling so ashamed, it's finished. Every single blemish. Imagine Christ gasping on the cross in his final minutes.